Generally, I’m not much for April Fools on the internet, as much of what’s out there is dumb, mean, or some combination of both. This one, though, I’m good with.
Since the next book in my Hugo reading project is an early Heinlein, and I’ve already disliked the last two of his that have come up in this project, it’s time for a fluff break. For which, the irresistible title My Life as a White Trash Zombie should do just fine.
Book twenty-seven of 2019: The Forever Machine, by Mark Clifton & Frank Riley ⭐️⭐️ 1955 Hugo Best Novel 📚 Odd mix of early postulation about how AI might affect society and almost new-age “woo” of psychoanalysis rejuvenating the physical body to youth. Not very engaging.
After watching tonight’s episode of Discovery (S02E11), Prairie and I came up with what we think is a very possible theory about where this season might go in the next few episodes, and it’s one that impacts a fair amount of the future Trek universe.
🖖 #StarTrekDiscovery S02E11 Another solid episode. Glad they didn’t drag out the Burnham family reunion drama over multiple episodes, but the scenes with Michael and her mom were really good. Spock continues to evolve nicely. And we have theories about ties to future series….
As far as I’m concerned, at least (and I’m certainly not the only one). That there are still many people who support this group is positively disgusting.
Everyone: When it’s time to vote, GET OUT AND VOTE.
A map of the entire internet from May 1973, the month I was born. Originally posted by David Newbury, who found it in old papers acquired from his dad. Kottke points out that those circles and squares “represent individual computers and routers, not universities or cities.”
The Moment The Matrix Changed Everything: I saw The Matrix in a theater, not the slapdash college presentation from this article, but the audience reactions weren’t all that dissimilar. Seeing that film in the theater early in its run really was a singular experience.
Book twenty-six of 2019: Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 📚 1954 Retro Hugo Best Novel Wow, does this one ever hold up. Incredibly (and possibly sadly) as relevant now as…wow, 65 years ago. Impressively prescient in many ways, as well.