There’s a lot of movie and TV news coming out of San Diego Comic-Con, but we were excited to that some people wanted to sit down and talk about books! Specifically, Charlie Jane Anders and Annalee Newitz sat down with The Nerdist’s Kyle Hill to discuss their books, Anders’ Nebula Award-winning All the Birds in the Sky and Newitz’ upcoming Autonomous. The conversation ranged from writing processes to Robin Hood to…taking Harry Potter out with a drone strike?
It’s a great conversation. Head over to Nerdist for the full interview!
Meanwhile, we are getting to know Xia Dong, Princess Nihuang’s bestie, who still refuses to speak to Prince Jing. She is loyal and honest and a fierce warrior. (And she has a very, very bumpy ride ahead of her.)
Finally, Princess Nihuang is confused and intrigued by this reclusive scholar who has the power to send military aid to a province on the other side of the continent, and yet who refuses to set foot in a falling-down house . . . and we see the building emotional cost to MC when spending more time with the princess and with Jing.
The next few eps are the midpoint of act one, and reach a climax I thought really intense on the first watch. I couldn’t believe that the intensity was going to scale upward exponentially—but it does. And by intensity I don’t mean climbing body counts, which enervate me fast. I mean real, personal stakes. Emotional cost. Political layers with real cost. So much intensity, so much beauty.
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I liked that it was nearly dialogue free (and I didn't mind that I couldn't understand half the dialogue that there was), but I felt that the structure was overly fiddly and unnecessary and it kept me from full immersion (um, pun not intended?) emotionally. Also the music was too loud and there was too much of it.
It also suffers a little from Band of Brothers syndrome in that I couldn't tell the two young dudes apart for most of the story. Once they're both wet so you can't tell which one has curly hair and which one has straight hair, I couldn't tell them apart, and I honestly didn't care that much about them beyond the generic - I mean, I didn't want any of those guys to die, and I felt there was nothing specific about those two to make me care more. ( spoilers ) (Otoh, casting Harry Styles - who was good, I thought - was a smart move, because I always recognized him, even half-drowned.)
Mark Rylance and Kenneth Branagh (and James D'Arcy!) were great, as was Tom Hardy. I mean, I would have watched a whole movie where Tom Hardy ( spoiler ) But overall, it's a B to B+ kind of movie for me. I wouldn't see it again.
If you do see it, I can say it was definitely worth seeing in 70mm, if you have that option. Otoh, if you have a fear of drowning, I don't recommend it for you.
Both L and I had similar mixed feelings. We discussed it on the walk to the bus stop, and my god, I have never sweated as much as I sweated yesterday - it was not a day for walking but I did a lot of it. I was so overheated that I never once felt cold in the movie theater despite being sleeveless, which has never ever happened to me before.
Before the movie we were going to meet at a Mexican place that looked good, but it was so jam packed with people, we ended up at the Cafe Tallulah, where the cheeseburger is fantastic, but again, on a day as hot as yesterday, wtf were the front windows all doing open, so you couldn't feel the air conditioning hardly at all? I never sweated so much in my life while doing nothing.
In the meantime, an interesting discussion, which I hope to wring another BVC blog post out of. (It's getting hard to figure out something to write, but I committed to it, so . . . besides, it's good for me to test my ideas against others. Too easy to get locked inside my head.)
Anyway, the discussion subject was words you don't use. I don't necessarily mean cuss words you avoid, but words that have too much freight for whatever reason. Like, the discussion got started when someone mentioned that when we were growing up, nobody ever said the word 'cancer' or wrote it. Sick, ill, other euphemisms, but she felt that there was this tremendous fear around the word because it was always a death sentence, especially as the constant cigarette atmosphere around us started catching up with people at not very old ages. Saying it was impolite, like saying pregnant (expecting was the word back then), but also there was a kind of superstition like mentioning it would invite it.
Another person said she refuses to use the word 'literally' because she hears it so much, usually used wrong, that is, as an emphasizer, which she sees as sloppy language.
A third person at that discussion said that that was weird, and why avoid any word?
"Another small conceit shaped GENERATIONS, however, beyond the notion of exploring what might happen to super-heroes and their friends if they aged in 'real time.' Each 'chapter' of G1 attempted to capture something of the tone of the decades in which those stories might have been published - the goofiness of many comics in the '50s for instance, or the 'grim and gritty' milieu of the '80s." - John Byrne
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Argh. I missed Saturday night gaming two weeks ago because I was exhausted after having a cat put down the day before. (As much from the relief of his suffering being over as from grief, I admit.) So, I really wanted to go last Saturday. I therefore went even though I hadn't slept well the night before.
That was a mistake. I didn't participate much and actually dozed through part of it, which was no reflection on our novice game master but on my poor judgement.
Then I had trouble staying awake to drive home. Which could have been Very Bad.
I haven't slept well this week. Nothing serious; just off and on being a bit less than alert during the day. Mostly due to restless sleeping from multiple causes. One of them being a cat who has somehow picked up the habit of occasionally meowing loudly at random times of the day and night.
I had all those last night. Plus a leg cramp waking me at 7:20 (on a Saturday) then not being able to do more than doze afterwards. I finally gave up and got up early (at least for me on a Saturday morning) about an hour later.
If I can't get a good nap - maybe after lunch - I won't be going to Lexington today.
I hate missing again. However, as demonstrated last week, this could be a matter of safety.
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Sign-ups: July 22 through August 18, 2017
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Assignments due: October 20, 2017
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Go-live: November 1, 2017
Author reveal: November 5, 2017
Yesterday morning (my day off) was crazy productive. Today has been far less productive than I hoped. Mind you, I spent a lot of it reading because it was gorgeous sun outside and I just could.
IDK. Feeling a bit BLEH lately.
So I was sitting on a muddy path in a wooded area because of reasons (ok, exhausted after climbing) when I saw movement and a tiny thing scurrying past me. I figured that glimpse was all I'd see, but I turned round to see where it'd gone and it was on the path on the other side of me, and with great caution so as not to startle it I managed to dig my phone out of my coat pocket:
(There's nothing to give a sense of scale, but the shrew is a few centimetres long. It makes mice look big.)
( Cut for blurry close-ups and blurry worm death )
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- Third book in a row with a shack: "I didn't know then that the crooks were still quite near... hiding in a shack down a side turning." [Note: it's a shed in a European town, 1974.]
- Reading, books 2017: 70
59. The Wolves of Normality, Foyle Young Poets of the Year anthology, 2016, poetry. (?/5)
How to be a patriot, by Sophia Carney (full poem)
1. Plate your pain with reinforced steel;
fit it with tire treads and arm
it with the revolver you keep
in the kitchen cabinet next to the Coco Pops.
2. Exhibit your pride;
curate it like a museum display.
Soak the constitution in formaldehyde
that sticks the imperatives to the page.
Program the X-ray machine at the door to record
the shade of the visitors’ skin
3. Press the flag flat.
Turn it to a freeze-frame
between two Perspex sheets labelled
DO NOT TOUCH.
4. Neglect to mention the pixels of
blood that appear
under UV light and human scrutiny.