Monday, October 31, 2011

And . . . Happy Halloween

Midnight of Halloween is fast approaching in my time zone, which means I have only a few minutes left before I have to run out to the hilltop to begin the incantations to call down Yog-Sothoth, which must be done exactly as the bell strikes twelve or I won't get another chance until the Feast of St. Walpurgis.  However, before I go, I want to direct your attention to Brad Noel's article on the Christian-ness of Halloween over at Southern Fried Catholicism.  Since Halloween is the official Christian holiday of The Sci Fi Catholic, I just want to say, I'm the Deej and I approve this message.

Noel spends some time poking fun at a Protestant Halloween activity called the "Judgment House," where they enact a play for unwary trick-or-treaters showing teenagers going to hell for not accepting Jesus.  He scoffs, but I cannot:  I grew up on that kind of O'Henry-style evangelism, as somebody or other once called it.  Besides, he posts this picture from a Judgment House:


Wah!   Adorable children dressed as angels!   I'm the Deej, and I approve this message, too.

'Terra Nova,' Reprise

Being on my break, I had nothing better to do this Halloween evening besides watch the latest episode of Terra Nova, and I must say my opinion of the show has just improved a great deal. The pilot was not encouraging, and every episode I'd seen after that was ill-conceived and kind of stupid. Certain things are still stupid, and they couldn't possibly fix them without a retcon, but the latest episode, involving an investigation of a murder-by-dinosaur, was pretty good, with all the appropriate twists of a mystery show and some subplots in the background that were meted out at the right pace. The characters are still paper-thin and I still can't remember their names, but at least there are signs that the show might be finding its bearings, which is good, because the basic concept of "Swiss Family Robinson with Dinosaurs and Machine Guns," probably the most creative premise for a family sit-com since Lost in Space, is too good to waste.

I also take heart that the preview for next week indicates it will involve a siege battle with dinosaur-riding, or at least dinosaur-wrangling. Win.

Oh, dude. In the course of writing this brief post, I discovered I can watch all of Lost in Space online for free, apparently legally. Also win. Man, what did geeks do before the Internet?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Dude, I Have to See This Movie

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Update Again

At least from the writer's perspective, it is interesting to compare the differences between the mediums of the novel and of the graphic novel.  It's possible to do things in one that are impossible in the other.  Certain scenes in Rag & Muffin I have had to abandon or alter drastically, but others I am able to expand in new ways.  This following paragraph, for example, couldn't translate into graphic novel format; I don't know if this or anything like it will be in the final draft, but I, for one, find it hilarious:

When Shin looked her way, Jeanne saw her chance. She flashed her bright blue eyes at him over her glasses while simultaneously flicking her wayward ponytail off her shoulder; it was a maneuver she had practiced countless times in front of a mirror, and though Jeanne was in a decidedly awkward phase of adolescence, this gesture gave her the appearance of a saucy young lady of the world, and it could never fail to have its intended effect on any boy who had begun to find girls interesting. She was rewarded when Shin for the briefest moment sucked his breath between his teeth. That was enough to give Jeanne the courage to overcome her shyness and adopt a haughty attitude, even though haughtiness somehow emphasized her large overbite. “Shin,” she pronounced with the authority of someone wise beyond her years, “you’re being mean.”

Oh, the awful, deadly serious world of playground politics.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Alive and Kicking, Sort Of . . .

What do Sci Fi Catholics do on their breaks when they're out in the field and living in motels?  They spend their days at the library, obviously.  And type chapters of their works-in-progress on outdated versions of Word and e-mail them to themselves.

Okay, I really have nothing of interest to report here, considering that I've been out of the loop of all news of any sort for the last several days.  I'm just tucking in and getting some writing done while I have access to a computer.  Trying to run a blog and be an archaeologist at the same time is making one of those smart phones actually look like a good idea.  Then I could at least upload brief, inane posts while in the field--more inane than usual, I mean.  I've been avoiding getting a cell phone for as long as I could, since cell phones are the Mark of the Beast described in the Apocalypse*, but I might finally cave in.  After all, I can't buy or sell without one.


* I'm joking, of course.  The Mark of the Beast is actually Obamacare, which will not permit Americans to buy or sell unless they burn a pinch of incence to Moloch.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Out of Commission

I am heading out on a work project that will require me to camp, and therefore be away from the compy, for about a month.  I will try to make updates when I can, but blogging will have to become less frequent during the project.

I'll also have to go back to composing my work in progress the old-fashioned way, with pen and paper.  Oh, the horrors our grandfathers endured . . .