Monday, November 23, 2009

All the colors of the wiiiiiind

This is what I do when I am stalling out on the comic script.



But seriously, I doodle and color shiz to help siphon out the anxiety so I can unwind my brain and be creative. Try it some time! It is good to connect to something physical with your hands while your brain meanders.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Quick Review: Thirsty


By M. T. Anderson, published by Candlewick Press, first copywright 1997. Just finished this book today. It's a super quick read, and one of my new favorites. The teaser synopsis:

All Chris really wants is to be a normal kid – to hang out with his friends, avoid his parents, and get a date with Rebecca Schwartz. Unfortunately, Chris appears to be turning into a vampire.

I loved the tone the whole way through. I usually get impatient with present-tense narrative, but it really worked and was well done. I would put Thirsty on the same shelf as Fade, by Robert Cormier. I really seem to have a thing for stories with an adolescent male POV with a paranormal twist. Other themes in this book I seem to dig on the regular: survival, overwhelming odds, dysfunctional families, what it means to be human.

One of the best things about this book is that right at the point where it feels like the story is supposed to end, for both the reader and the POV character, you notice there is still half a book left. That means something is wrong. Oh, good...

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Grace

This is what I needed to see today.

The unspoken fears/desires of my tiny indigo-smudged heart.

Jeremy's website is here.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Absence of Stars

Wish I wrote it myself! I was fortunate to receive The Absence of Stars by Greg Siewert in my slush pile for IGMS. These were my concluding comments to the editor in chief, Edmund Schubert, when I passed it along:

This was fabulous. The science was convincing and the
human element was stirring. Hot dang, this was a
great story. Buy it.


We did, and it was published in two parts, in issues 10 and 11. It went on to receive this years WSFA award for Best Story of 2008. Guys, this is the best story of 2008! How lucky are you that in celebration of Greg's award we have it up for free until the end of 2009? Very, friends.

Go read it. You won't regret it. If you've never read science fiction before, this is a great introduction. If you dig it, I implore you to subscribe to our latest issue. It is el cheapo, full of great stuff, and I would love you that much more. Feel free to drop a comment and let me know what you think.

Two of the stories featured in Issue 15 are by Mary Robinette Kowal, and Bradley P. Beaulieu. I attended Literary Boot Camp with them, and they were both awesome writers, and great people. Also, Mary Robinette makes puppets. You really can't be cooler.


(Space Girl, by Travis Charest.)

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Spontaneous Geek Moment


Angel season 4: kinda draggy, and not like blue mascara and rhinestones. It might be the whole Connor business. Connor = Dawn. Both are often irrational crybabies. (I can see my friend Aaron shaking his head, "Teens, yo. Gotta avoid those teens.")

So I was not feeling it all over the past several episodes, but then they bring back Faith. I wasn't in love with Faith when she first showed up in Buffy, but I didn't hate her, either. I totally love her in Angel. Especially in the season 4 episode, Salvage. First, when that ugly beeotch tried to shank her in the prison yard, but then I actually started bouncing on the couch when Wesley talked to her via window prison phone, and told her about the whole Angelus/Apocalypse deal.

"Stand back from the glass." BOOSH! Faith totally dives through the glass window, shards flying freaking everywhere, and bam biff kapows her way outta there. Yeay-ya! Don't be messing with crazy ass slayers who've been kicking it in prison, aiight?!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Tired.

Sometimes I think the only solace of adulthood is eating ice cream for dinner.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Hands off.


I'm five feet tall. This is relatively short for a mostly white American adult female. This does not revoke my status as an adult. This does not revoke my rights to personal space. This does not make it okay to scruff up my hair, squeeze my shoulders, rub my arms, poke my stomach, sling your arm around me, or rest your chin on my head. I am a 28 year old woman, not your 6 year old nephew. Especially since I have no idea who you are.

I'm not exaggerating. I'm a shorty, and this makes a lot of strangers think it is perfectly okay to physically interact with me as though I were a child. It was somewhat understandable when I was a 20 year old that looked 15. No excuse these days. I'm a very physical person, but I just loathe the assumption. Would you go up and playfully squeeze some 35 year old lady that walked into a doctor's office? You might, but it would be wildly inappropriate. Everyone knows this, so why do strangers keep SQUEEZING ME?!

It is most often men that do this, which may reflect on the infantilization of women in general, but that's another post entirely. Stop touching me. Unless of course we are friends. In that case, don't stop, never stop. Hold me, squeeze me. Love me forever and ever even until after we are dead.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Spontaneous Geek Moment


In the The Doctor's Daughter episode of Dr. Who, when Martha Jones falls into the sinkhole, and then her new Hath friend sacrifices himself to save her. Martha breaks down so hard, so real. It was very upsetting, but supremely well done. You suddenly felt for everything Martha had ever lost, or was afraid of losing. Will Martha Jones get back home?? Also, those are great thighs.