Book thirty-nine of 2019: A Canticle for Liebowitz, by Walter M. Miller, Jr._ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 1961 Hugo Best Novel Not terribly optimistic in its outlook towards humanity’s ability to learn from our mistakes, but an excellent and far-reaching post-apocalyptic tale.
Just (finally) watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, and wow, does that film deserve every accolade it’s received. A great film, and absolutely gorgeous – that animation work was incredible, and just as groundbreaking as I’d heard. I’m a fan.
Apparently young crows sound like squeaky dog toys when they caw. The one regularly around our house definitely doesn’t have the hang of it yet, but boy is it trying!
Heading out for this year’s Goth Tropicxs goth beach party night at the Mercury. Tweaked one of my favorite silly shirts in a particularly appropriate way, I think.
Book thirty-eight of 2019: White Trash Zombie Gone Wild, by Diana Rowland. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ More zombie conspiracy fun, this time in the midst of Mardi Gras and a zombie festival. Started off a little tougher than the rest, but got on track again fairly quickly.
Book thirty-seven of 2019: Fall, or Dodge in Hell, by Neal Stephenson. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Still top of my favorite current authors list, Stephenson once again keeps my mind churning with a huge, complex, fascinating SF/F mishmash of VR worlds and religion.
In memory of Mad magazine and Alfred E. Neuman, 1952-2019. What, me worry? The one issue I keep is part of my Star Trek collection; the bust I inherited from my dad, and dates from around 1960.
Fellow cis/straight/allosexual/alloromantic people: The “A” in LGBTQIA+ isn’t for us. Allyship is an action, not an identity; by claiming the “A”, we center ourselves rather than those we say we support and erase (or, at minimum, risk erasing) asexual and aromantic people.
Book thirty-six of 2019: How the White Trash Zombie Got Her Groove Back, by Diana Rowland. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ These continue to be fun, as the world and the conspiracies grow in scope. Some things have improved, but some continue to go downhill….
Odd/amusing side effect of having been interested in geeky things for decades, and also having a number of friends and acquaintances in the local burlesque scene: Though greatly separated both temporally and contextually, about half the time I see someone post about the BHOF (Burlesque Hall of Fame), my brain first sees BOFH (Bastard Operator […]