I saw Star Trek over the weekend. It was fabulous. Though I was vaguely aware of some plot and science silliness, I couldn't even care. I giggled uncontrollably every time Spock said "fascinating." (*Spocksquee!*)
Anyway, it reminded me. The BORG are coming. And I can prove it.
Revelation 21:10-17 (New International Version)
10And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel . . . 16The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia[a]in length, and as wide and high as it is long. . .
See? Totally the Borg. Floating down from heaven during the apocalypse. (FYI: 12,000 stadia is about 1400 miles. Which he measured with a "rod." Clearly, a space rod.)
Repent or be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
Edward, after climbing through her window: "I like watching you sleep. It's kinda fascinating to me."
All together now: EWWWWWW!!!!
This movie should have been titled Co-dependency.
*Kid #2 wants it to be perfectly clear that this was not HIS idea. He is doing this strictly as a favor to ME. He wasn't curious about the movie at all. He's just that kind of guy.
Ok, actually it's MY book. Mine. It says so in the dedication. Go ye therefore and buy MY book! Makes a great gift. Also, doorstop. Paperweight. Bookend. And, if you tear it up into itty bitty pieces or put it through a paper shredder, the resulting material is highly absorbent and useful for litter boxes and hamster cages.
But I hear it's a great read, too. (ZOMBIESQUEE!)
(Granted, my knee-jerk reaction was, EW! And then came, Sacrilege!! But then I thought about it some more...)
Here's the deal: 1)They do not have a moral obligation to market themselves as science fiction, no matter how many warm fuzzy feelings you get when you think about the time you read your first Heinlein novel, 2) They are smarter about marketing than you and I. Trust me on this. They would not be making this move if they had not already tested the new brand thoroughly, and 3) It's not about "science fiction" at all. It's about mainstream, where the money and the untouched audience are.
If you ask non-scifisnobs (in other words: not us) what they're watching, they'll tell you: Lost! Supernatural! etc. These folks love Harry Potter and superhero movies. They go to the "action/adventure" section of Best Buy to pick up I, Robot and Minority Report. But, if you ask them if they enjoy science fiction and fantasy, the answer is HECK NO. They love science fiction, but they don't realize it. And if they do realize it, they'll never cop to it.
Science fiction is more popular than ever, but it's a stealth popularity. We live in a world where Cormac McCarthy can win a Pulitzer for writing something totally derivative just because it gets packaged with a different label. So now is the perfect time to rebrand and reach those folks who would NEVER watch SciFi, but might possibly watch SyFy.
I, for one, am delighted at the possibility of expanding our audience. It's good for all of us.
I think it's supposed to be a right brain/left brain sort of thing. I'm curious to see if any of you right-brainers (you know who you are...) can get 100% the first time. If so, I will name you LJ-er of the month.
The Color Test
My husband (and brilliant novelist ) ccfinlay got a STARRED REVIEW from Publishers Weekly. For a mass market paperback! *happy and proud*
He also found out that his novella "The Political Prisoner" is a finalist for the Nebula Award.
So, I'm thinking... I need to make that boy go buy a lottery ticket.
When I was in college, there were several women in our dorm with P.A. They would sit in the stall for hours, if that's what it took, until everyone had left the bathroom before they could feel comfortable doing their business. My roommate and I would corner these hapless souls in the bathroom as long as we possibly could, carrying on whole conversations (ie. "Isn't it gross when you hear someone peeing?" "Yeah, totally gross. I hate it."), or even addressing them directly (*knockknock* "You don't have Potty Anxiety by chance, do you?").
Yeah, we were beeyotches.
Anyway, I've recently run into a few more folks with P.A., and I'm starting to wonder if it's more common than I thought. I may also be having a touch of post-college hazing guilt. (Only a touch.)
So, I'm curious. Curious enough to do a highly scientific poll on the topic.
I'm thinking a "writers' sanctuary" is in order. (Sanctuary...get it??) Imagine: A library-esque scene with big wooden desks and tiffany table lamps. A few comfy couches and arm chairs. A coffee bar in the corner. You would all be invited, of course.
Now, I just need to win the lottery.
In a nutshell, Del Rey had this crazy idea about consumer choice.
I know you've been there, at the local Barnes and Noble, checking out the merchandise, baybee, looking for a date for the evening. Sometimes, you're in the mood for a casual fling with a James Patterson-esque thing with sleek lines and swanky, artificially enhanced lettering. She'll be intense and quick, she'll go well with a glass (or two) of wine, she'll be easy to forget in the morning.
But sometimes...sometimes, in the overwhelming crowd of glossy covers and titillating blurbs, your gaze is caught, as if by magic. The ringing of cash registers and espresso machines fades away, a choir of angels sings Hallelujah, and the flourescents focus on her, The One. You know that this book is different. This one is beautiful but not overstated. She has substance. Layers. And you know in your soul that the two of you are destined to have a relationship.
So you shell out $7.99, take her home, and get about 2 chapters in before you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
So Del Rey and Charlie together decided that readers ought to be able to try before they buy. (And here endeth the metaphor, because EW.) The first book from Charlie's new series is called The Patriot Witch. It's about witches fighting for the patriot cause during the American Revolution, and it is now available for FREE as a .pdf download here.
If you like it, you may buy it when it comes out in April. If you don't, you've lost nothing. I call that a sure thing.
Anyway, I am useless for anything but random, stream-of-consciousy things, and I keep going back to the inaug, which makes me happy.
First, I've heard from several fronts that Obama wrote that speech himself. Any confirmers? If so, wow. A president who can not only deliver a stirring speech but has the brain cells to write one of that caliber? It's like he thinks the office of the President should be filled by an intellectual or something. Weird. President Obama, President Obama, President Obama...nope, that's never getting old.
Aretha...not what you used to be dear, but I will always love you and your current 4 note range. I especially love your hat. I'm sure your personal assistant and your Bedazzler are now BFF's.
Obscure (to me) poet-person...WTF? I reeeeally don't get modern poetry. *sigh*
Rick Warren...we are not stoopid. We know that your prayer was a pretense, a "preach-prayer" so to speak, intended for your mortal audience, not God himself. I hoped for better from you.
Michelle O, soopah model, WORK!
And now I embark upon Mission Tylenol.
The pilot kept his head and did everything right. The flight attendants got everyone on rafts. Rescue crews arrived within minutes. Everyone survived.
I call that a win.
Happy birthday purdypiedad !!
Holy cow. How does my little sister get to be 30? That's just weird. There is only one way to deal with this kind of thing: GO TO HER LJ AND MOCK HER MERCILESSLY.
You can also give her hugs and congrats, though. She deserves them.