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| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 | ||
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annafdd |
9:47a | Cats and buddhism Ok, is it just me, or is meditation really boring? Am I doing it wrong? Well, I have only done a body scan meditation so far, but boys, I really can't see doing that every day. As for the cats: as I think I've mentioned, I have volunteered as a foster cat mom with the Mayhew Animal Home. Mostly this is because I, er, visit their site often for my cat and dog fix, and noticed this appeal: Urgent appeal for help: Foster carers needed Now that summer is in full swing, The Mayhew facilities are inundated with kittens. Our Cattery is currently housing several mothers with full litters, who have been brought in unwanted, or reported by members of the public, after they have given birth in their home or garden. Our cattery is full and we have had to stop taking any more cats in and there are still so many in need. We desperately need foster carers to help us with caring for our cats and kittens on a temporary basis. We are appealing for anyone who spends the majority of the day at home to consider fostering one of our little feral kittens and help their confidence grow in a home environment. For more information about how you can help, call Lucy Edwards on 0208 968 2350 or email catfostering@mayhewanimalhome.org. You will be helping The Mayhew out immensely as this will give us space in our cattery to help out other felines in need. I am just mentioning this because, well, because of the density of people under the paw in my friendlist, basically. Should you wish to give a hand, you'd be doing a good turn and have kittens around the house in the bargain. |
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firecat |
1:16a |  I Am Legend by Richard MathesonI didn't expect much from the book that inspired George Romero to make Night of the Living Dead (I am not a fan of zombies), but I was pleasantly surprised. Published in 1954, I Am Legend had a huge influence on the modern vampire and zombie horror genres. The story focuses exclusively on the activities and inner dialogue of a man who believes he is the last survivor of a plague that infected all other humans with a zombie-ish form of vampirism. The book is well written and doesn't pull any punches. The survivalism/vampire trope is basically an excuse to explore human emotion in all its variety. Trivia note: Richard Matheson also wrote the Star Trek:TOS first-season episode "The Enemy Within." View all my goodreads.com reviews >> |
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brisingamen |
9:10a | Apropos of nothing in particular ... ... my Rosie the Riveter doll decided to plunge to the floor just now, having been overbalanced by a book which fell on its side. Earthquake aftershocks? Overly exuberant Krumpies playing nearby? The ennui of being an action doll with no action? Who can say, but I have returned her to her shelf, and she seems as defiant as ever. I hope this does not set the tone for the rest of the day. So far, I have spent a couple of hours gardening with the companionship of the Krumpies. This turned out to be scarier than I'd supposed as when they weren't trying to make a bid for Two Gardens Over (which seems to have taken on an Edenic desirability) they were racing round my garden at top speed, pausing only to dart between me and the ground as I attempted to insert sharp digging implements into the latter. Quite how I didn't put a garden fork through my foot or Rosa's head I do not know, but fortunately the gods of gardening, guilt-ridden cat owners and carefree kittens were all smiling on us, and it was rather entertaining to see Rosa, usually so very controlled, going mad round the garden and beating shit out of Nicodemus. My strawberry patch may not ever be quite the same, alas. However, I was planning to weed it out later today so that may improve its chances somewhat. It's done well this year, yielding masses of fruit, and I'm hoping for a few more strawberries later in the season. Obviously, I am now indoors. The Krumpies seem to have gone to bed somewhere as yet undetermined, and I am contemplated some paying work, and also carrying out advance preparations for tonight's dinner, a kind of pared-down mezze, involving hummous, grilled halloumi, something nifty involving broad beans and tomato sauce that I've not finished inventing yet, kibbeh, and probably fattoush as well. Even that will be too much, but luckily I am a woman in need of lunches for the rest of the week, and I anticipate there being hummous, broad beans and kibbeh for a day or two longer. I am kind of in the mood to make falafel in the near future, but not this weekend I suspect, though right now it's difficult to say, as I have minimal information about either of the events I am supposed to be attending. But onward. Books to read, reports to write, Krumpies to wrangle. |
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oursin |
8:46a | A joke's a joke, but a girl can't go on laughing all the time Following my Not Me, Squire response to the dubious publishing enterprise: Dear [first name - hello, I was not under the impression that we had been introduced], MI NUMEROUS PUBLICAYSHUNS WIV REPEWTABEL AKADEMYK PUBLISHAZ, LET ME SHOW U THEM. Sigh. Though somehow the 'at least 52 pages long' amuses me somewhat. (Why 52?) |
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sovay |
3:51a | Just once in that tiny flat, that first night of sirens Gah. The kitchen (and the leavetaking of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} time_shark and Anita, and the recursion of some relatives from last weekend) ate today. Also I read Federations (ed. John Joseph Adams, 2009) and was blown away by yhlee's "Swanwatch," but that was an hour well spent on the front steps in the cloud-tumbled sunshine, which I have missed for the last four days. There will be con report. There will also, I think, be an FAQ about next year's Readercon. In the meantime, I proffer all the sentences I collected on Friday, at Meet the Pros(e). I have not altered their order; that they make even the semblance of a narrative is a testament either to the power of coincidence or the mythopoeic abilities of the human mind.Obsessives, doubters, workaholics: When the world ends, we will die, too. And so, out of deaths, I know yours in particular. "Are you familiar with the ducks'-rhymes, brown-cap Robin, at which the children above do sing and clap their little dear hands untaloned?" I will never forget that sight, watching from the shadowed dunes while the Beast Men capered together and the Puma Woman stood, with her gun in her hand, the ammunition belt slung over her shoulder, at my side. You can't imagine how much time we spent talking about ways to bilocate Craig, including pre-recorded video, live telephony, and a helm that would project him from Rhode Island to Burlington with weird science magic. The twisted dwarf living in Harold's gilded heart had been laid bare. Between the point at which I passed out at Rosslyn and two days later when I woke up in the Royal Infirmary, I spent nearly three months in the fourteenth century. Traditionally we yeti are an unchurched species. Had he been a superstitious man, Darger would not have wound up behind swallowed by a dragon. Sifting through radio noise, looking for miraculous candidate signals. Beating slowly UpRiver at a mere two knots, or eight Blocks per hour, mainly under sails bellying with a warm, maritime-perfurmed wind, yet also employing two small supplemental engines, these impellers being the latest invention of Roger Kynard & Progeny, Ingeniators, running on a few hundred watts of beamed power from the Daysun, the Samuel Smallhorne, far from its home Slip of number 42 in the Borough of Stagwitz (Blocks 33,011,576 through 33,011,676 of the Linear City), pulled abreast of the Downtown border of the legendary Jungle Blocks of Vayavirunga at approximately ten AM on May the twelfth. There are twirling, summersaulting women on the horses' backs, scantily clad after the fashion of Arabian harem girls, though, from the distance of only a few feet, it's difficult to tell whether these acrobats are mechanical or the real thing. I am already aware of certain events surrounding my coming death—which, if I'm reading the signs correctly, is not that far off—as surely as if they'd already occurred and I am merely remembering them. It is I, Le Clerc! And especially, no tentacles. Her heart was racing, and there seemed to be a low sound all around her, like the humming of a beehive in late summer, dripping and oozing with honey. "The difference between a man and a beast," Mother said, "is a bar of soap." One of those pigs with the ears all down its back walked by, snorting. What has it got in its 'pocalypse? No individual has all the archetypes constellated. Our knowledge of false belief and our animism work hand in hand; the former prompts us to look beyond appearances to a hidden world of secret causes, while the latter reveals it as a world of powerful spirits, where mind matters and matter minds. I really should have written down all their sources! Current Music: Consonant, "3 a.m." |
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nineweaving |
2:39a | Hey, wasn't that the Delphic sibyl in the swimsuit issue? Wow. We made Time! And they loved the panel that sovay invented:"It sounds arcane, but picture six really learned and funny people riffing on early English folk ballads for an hour, in sync, with almost Wu-Tang-like zeal and perfection, and you'll have some idea. Incredibly exciting." Nine |
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calanthe_b |
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nwhyte |
5:16a | July Books 18) The Lost Heart of Asia, by Colin Thubron This is a travelogue of a journey through the five Central Asian former Soviet republics in the early 1990s, shortly after the collapse of the USSR. It had been lingering on my unread books shelf for a while, but I realised that in fact I had read it shortly after it came out. In those days I was interested then in the legacy of Tamerlane and Ulugh Beg in Samarkand, which Thubron indeed describes in so far as it was there to be found. These days I am more interested in the politics, and things have moved on quite a bit in the region: the Tajik civil war, just starting when Thubron was there, has now been over for more than a decade; meanwhile we have had a revolution in Kyrgyzstan, increasing repression in Uzbekistan, the bizarre rule and death of Turkmenbashi, and most of all the War on Terror in the immediate neighbourhood. So the book now feels very out of date. There are a lot of drunken feasts, departing Russians, sweeping generalisations about the facial appearance of people from particular ethnic groups, which I began to find tiresome very quickly. I believe that Thubron did a follow-up volume to this, retracing his earlier route, quite recently but won't rush to pick it up (unless anyone strongly recommends it to me in comments).  |
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anticipation_09 [ firebat58 ] |
12:13a | Roommate wanted Hi, We have a room in the Delta (Party Hotel) on a quiet floor. We have three people in the room. Looking for a fourth to share expenses. |
| Monday, July 13th, 2009 | ||
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montreal [ narugami ] |
11:11p | Hi ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} montreal!I'd like to buy a bottle of real maple syrup as a gift for a friend of mine. I'd prefer it if the maple syrup had kosher certification (a COR or an OU note on the label would be fine). Does anybody have any recommendations for a good brand or a store that would stock it? Also, does anyone have any suggestions for typically Canadian gifts? I'm at a bit of a loss for anything non-kitschy.. Thanks for all your replies :) |
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danielmedic |
9:23p | Wells Fargo sues itself For anyone who's ever had to deal with "Wells NoGo," this story should bring tears of joy to your eye. This comment on the Slashdot story is just priceless. Current Mood:  amused |
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anticipation_09 [ tanyad ] |
10:30p | Anyone still selling a membership? After all the wonderful advice and reading over forums, I'm over my skittishness... I'm looking to buy a membership if anyone is still needs to sell theirs. Please shoot me an email at tdepass at gmail dot com or comment here. Can paypal you on 17 July for agreed upon amount. Cheers! tanyad Current Mood:  hopeful |
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mrissa |
10:28p | Successful conspiracy. I seem to have sold "The Grandmother-Granddaughter Conspiracy" to Clarkesworld magazine. Woo! Even Margaret Atwood would have to admit that this story is science fiction, because it has alien squids in it. In case anyone had any question, I want that clear up front. This is one of the stories inspired by elisem jewelry--in this case a pair of earrings I gave my mother. They looked sort of space squidnal, and so what else could I do? |
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ellen_kushner |
11:17p | FinnWin: Tähtifantasia award to THOMAS After several days of "radio silence" due to lousy internet @ Readercon's Marriott, I have much to tell, and hope I can get even a little of it down. I'll begin with the big news: Yesterday morning (Finnish time) at Finncon, the Helsinki Science Fiction Society announced: The Tähtifantasia award for best translated fantasy in 2008 was given to Ellen Kushner for her novel Thomas Riiminiekka (Thomas the Rhymer), published in Finnish by Vaskikirjat. The novel talks about the power of words and speech. The jury commends Kushner’s characters as exceptionally well-rounded, feeling persons. The story uses point-of-view technics to bring multiple voices into a discussion about songs, stories, love and how language brings meaning to life. Warmest congratulations to my Finnish publisher, Vaskikirjat, and particularly to my translator, the magnificent Johanna Vainikainen-Uusitalo, who asked me a lot of really interesting questions while she was working on the book, clearly to good purpose. (And thanks to Finnish blogger Tero Ykspetaja for writing the post I quoted from . . . and to my dad for tracking down all the links about it & pointing them out! I am truly scunnered & honored - especially when I see who else was nominated! Indeed, I blush - and can only think that it is Johanna's brilliant translation that brought me in first in a field that included translations of Patricia McKillip, Robert Silverberg, Nobel Laureate José Saramago, and Gregory Maguire's Wicked! [The teenage girl whose bed I'm sleeping in here in Maine (while she bunks with her brother & the dog, bless her!) asks - in her wonderful deadpan way, "So do you get anything for this? (beat) What's in it for you? . . . Any Finnish Delicacies? . . . Maybe you should get a crate of pickled herring or something. Ask them about it!" It never occurred to me. I do love herring. But a plaque or some chocolate would be nice, too.] |
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montreal [ fiorucci01 ] |
10:40p | Bed bugs in Montreal Hi Montreal, If this post isn't related to Montreal enough, just delete it and let me know. I'm buying a piece of furniture from someone off of craigslist tomorrow. It had occured to me that bedbugs might be an issue. My sister had an infestation in New York and it cost her $1000 and a huge headache to get rid of. Has anyone had any experience getting used furniture here and then getting bedbugs? What are the signs? Is Montreal a place where this is a big problem like New York? Please advise. I'm taking a risk by not seeing the armchair in person before I buy it. It's just being delivered from Kirkland. EDIT: I just spoke to my sister and the amount of trauma financially and mentally she went through with the bedbugs made me decide to skip the buy. Especially because I wasn't going to go see the furniture first and Montreal is not exempt from the problem. Not to discourage those from buying furniture online but maybe it's better to stick to getting this type of thing from someone you know or have a reference for. Current Mood:  curious |
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elisem |
9:13p | Keeping track of updates (This is jenett posting in Elise's account, as Elise's net is still fried.) Elise will be at the hospital around 8am tomorrow, and her surgery is scheduled to begin around 10am. We expect it will take about 4 hours, give or take. (Note: the surgery time has changed about 5 times in the last week, but we're pretty sure this is the final change.) As Elise mentioned, we've set up a way to post updates and news and all sorts of other such things to, to make it easy for a wide variety of people to track things. The community name is hip_hooray, a name Elise very much wanted. However, as that name's not available at LJ, and because of some other considerations, we've created the update community on the Dreamwidth service. Don't worry! There are lots of easy ways for you to keep up with what's going on without adding a new online account to your life. Where's the community: http://hip_hooray.dreamwidth.org We've also set up an RSS feed to LiveJournal: http://syndicated.livejournal.com/hip_h (there's a couple of other options for following the community: see the Technical FAQ below for more info.) A general FAQ with information about the surgery, and about things that would be helpful or enjoyable for Elise if you're so inclined (since people keep asking, yay!) is at http://hip-hooray.dreamwidth.org/624.ht Technical FAQ (which explains various options for reading, following, and commenting on the community so you can pick whichever ones work best for you) is here: http://hip-hooray.dreamwidth.org/292.ht Questions? You can reach me and various other people helping with Elise's post-surgery support at helping.the.lioness@gmail.com . It's most useful to direct questions about visiting, sending things, etc. etc. there, because it'll stay separate from our other email and can be more easily tracked. I'll also be keeping an eye on the comments here, in case there's anything I can clarify. |
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womzilla |
10:01p | Charles N. Brown, 1937-2009 One of the constant pillars of my field has been kicked out. No wonder I feel a bit wobbly. Current Mood: tired and sick |
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kgbooklog |
8:30p | BL: Dead and Gone (Harris, Charlaine) Charlaine Harris, Dead and Gone Ace (2009) ISBN: 978-0-441-01715-7 Score: 2 Ninth novel of the Southern Vampire series, in which the shape-shifters go public. That, along with a gruesome murder and fairy war allows the author to prune several plot threads. |
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montreal [ le_maistre_e ] |
9:23p | Congratulations and if you had something for sale, where would you go?? First of all, to comm admins, Well Done last week!! I hope you survived the "onslaught" intact and still passionate about this community!! Secondly, again to the comm admins: I can't seem to tag this message.... I am not even sure what tag I should use. I guess Miscellaneous? Finally, to the Montreal Community at LARGE!! My mother is trying to sell a car... Is there anywhere anyone can think of that isn't Craig's List, Kijiji, Auto Hebdo or the McGill Classifieds sight? |
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kgbooklog |
8:27p | BL: A Betrayal in Winter (Abraham, Daniel) Daniel Abraham, A Betrayal in Winter Tor (2007) ISBN: 0-7653-1341-3 Score: 2 Second book of the Long Price quartet, set more than 10 years after the first but still focussing on two of the main characters from before. I was slightly annoyed by some inconsistencies in the timing of events, but it wasn't anything major. Still a horrible world to live in. |
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kgbooklog |
8:22p | BL: Santa Olivia (Carey, Jacqueline) Jacqueline Carey, Santa Olivia Grand Central (2009) ISBN: 978-0-446-19817-2 Score: 2 A novel inspired by stories about werewolves and superheroes, but is actually a mildly science fictional boxing story. In the near future a nasty plague sweeps through America (and possibly the rest of the world) in several waves, causing a widespread breakdown of infrastructure. The US builds a wall along its southern border, officially to keep out a Mexican bandit army, and later a second wall further north creating a no man's land between. Officially, all the civilians between were evacuated and paid reparations, but in many small towns (like the town of the title, now Outpost 12) no money was given and so anyone who couldn't afford to leave stayed behind as non-citizen pseudo-prisoners (and somehow the army keeps all this a secret for over 30 years). The heroine's father is the result of genetic engineering experiment (this is the only sfnal element), and she has inherited his super strength and inability to feel fear (which was handled remarkably realistically). The pacing was a bit odd with the first several chapters about the heroine's mother, but after that it reads like a slow-paced urban fantasy. I don't think the author is planning any sequels. |
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off_recipe [ redbird ] |
8:51p | A superior creamsicle, and a waste of tea Last night, I decided to try making a tea-flavored ice cream. This is an idea that drifted across the net a couple of months ago, and of course I didn't take notes, but the suggestion as I recall it was to heat cream almost to boiling, infuse some tea leaves by soaking them in the cream for 15 minutes, chill the cream again, and go on to use a simple vanilla ice cream recipe. It seemed reasonable. I used a double-boiler to heat the cream, and when it was hot enough, added the tea, turned the light off, covered the cream, and left it for 15 minutes. Remove tea, chill, proceed. This is where it got unexpectedly interesting. I had grabbed a bottle of what I thought was vanilla extract, and added some to my milk-and-sugar mixture, without measuring, just by eye. As I poured it in, I smelled it. Orange, not vanilla. OK, let's go with the idea (rather than getting out more milk and sugar). So, I added some vanilla as well, mixed in the cream, and put the mixture in the ice cream maker. When that was done, I spooned it into containers suitable for the freezer, and tasted a little of the half-frozen mixture. It tasted like orange and vanilla, and not tea. Tonight, after it had frozen properly, I had a bowl of ice cream. Orange and vanilla, and not tea. Fortunately, around here we like orange and vanilla. I have discussed this with adrian_turtle, who told me that soaking tea in cream instead of water isn't an effective way to get much flavor out of the leaves. Possibilities at this point include trying a tea (or tea-and-something) sorbet, or brewing a few ounces of very strong tea, and substituting that for part of the milk in the ice cream. This project may well wait a while; I have these blueberries. And plans for next weekend that aren't focused on cookery. |
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redbird |
8:51p | A superior creamsicle, and a waste of tea Last night, I decided to try making a tea-flavored ice cream. This is an idea that drifted across the net a couple of months ago, and of course I didn't take notes, but the suggestion as I recall it was to heat cream almost to boiling, infuse some tea leaves by soaking them in the cream for 15 minutes, chill the cream again, and go on to use a simple vanilla ice cream recipe. It seemed reasonable. I used a double-boiler to heat the cream, and when it was hot enough, added the tea, turned the light off, covered the cream, and left it for 15 minutes. Remove tea, chill, proceed. This is where it got unexpectedly interesting. I had grabbed a bottle of what I thought was vanilla extract, and added some to my milk-and-sugar mixture, without measuring, just by eye. As I poured it in, I smelled it. Orange, not vanilla. OK, let's go with the idea (rather than getting out more milk and sugar). So, I added some vanilla as well, mixed in the cream, and put the mixture in the ice cream maker. When that was done, I spooned it into containers suitable for the freezer, and tasted a little of the half-frozen mixture. It tasted like orange and vanilla, and not tea. Tonight, after it had frozen properly, I had a bowl of ice cream. Orange and vanilla, and not tea. Fortunately, around here we like orange and vanilla. I have discussed this with adrian_turtle, who told me that soaking tea in cream instead of water isn't an effective way to get much flavor out of the leaves. Possibilities at this point include trying a tea (or tea-and-something) sorbet, or brewing a few ounces of very strong tea, and substituting that for part of the milk in the ice cream. This project may well wait a while; I have these blueberries. And plans for next weekend that aren't focused on cookery. |
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yhlee |
5:27p | Why the new Transformers movie sucks. [Cross-posted to LiveJournal and Dreamwidth.] First warning: I am going to spoil stuff (I am not even going to track spoilers and stuff, anyway) so if you want to be unspoiled for the movie, now is the time to use your arrow keys or scroll wheel or page down or whatever. Second warning: Do not fucking tell me that this is what I should have expected from a Transformers movie. A toy franchise aimed at boys. (I don't know what the movie's official rating is but the language struck me as inviting an R rather than a PG-13.) By all rights, I should have expected that the movie would fucking suck in its handling of gender roles. But that doesn't mean that makes it okay. If you have an "I told you so" burning your tongue kindly swallow it and leave me alone. Third warning: Yes, I've enjoyed aspects of other works that are DEEPLY FUCKING PROBLEMATIC in terms of race or gender roles. (Hi, Angel!) Kthxbai. Okay! So! We have a movie with perfectly good animated explosions and lots of improbable-looking machines (but hey, I watched Gundam Wing) with a level of fantasy violence that is about right for me--that is, lots of scenery gets chewed up, machines get torn apart, but humans are scatheless to a remarkable degree. With that number of explosions there should have been mauled bodies and limbs flying off everywhere, and I think all we get in the way of visible injuries are some bruises and Our Hero's face getting a cut or something. Not even much blood. The plot was perfectly dumb but I didn't expect anything in the plot to make sense, so that was okay. I disliked the raunchy humor. If it had just been raunchy humor I'd have survived. But no. Apparently the only things women are good for in this universe are getting fucked (the girlfriend/love interest) or...hmm, getting fucked while being evil (the Decepticon infiltrator with the grotesque tongue), or comic relief by way of being a complete moron (the mom, whose only redeeming moment is toward the very end when she acquires sanity points and urges the idiot dad to RUN FROM THE GIANT ROBOT STAMPEDE). I searched the screen hopefully for a couple female soldiers in C&C or logistics or something that wasn't active combat (because, you know, in a movie about GIANT TRANSFORMING ROBOTS AND BAFFLEGAB PHYSICS it's so important to make sure women are locked out of even more roles based on 100% accurate portrayal of the United States military's policies and composition). There was maybe one who appeared for two seconds--I think--and then 2/3 of the way in the movie a blonde woman got two lines, and that was it. That was fucking it. (I can't speak as to the Transformers because Joe tells me three of the robots were "female"--I could not tell, but the robotic-sounded voices were a little difficult for me to parse.) Oh! And then we get to the absolutely infuriating bit where the Primes or whatever are fucking going on about how you have to fucking earn the key or whatever it was and Mr. College Boy has proven himself worthy of this destiny and I about fucking lost it because why? WHY? Why are women never the destined heroes? Why is it always a man? Please realize that it is not just this one fucking bloody idiotic movie, it is the fucking cumulative effect of have story after story after story in the genres and subgenres I like to read tell me that I don't exist, that I'm worthless, that I'm only useful as an appendage to some fucking idiot man. The only destiny a woman ever has in this kind of narrative is to be fucked. Or to be tragically dead, maybe. I don't know why I even bother. I am so tempted to go back to my math textbooks. I am so sick of having sf/f kick me in the teeth. It's everywhere. Joe spent 15 minutes trying to convince me that Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn was an improvement and I'm all, Yeah, his protagonist is a powerful female thief but WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER FEMALE CHARACTERS? Why is this okay? Why should I have to pat Brandon fucking Sanderson on the back for having one female character when 90% of the other important characters in the whole book are male and in fact there are no other living female named characters for the first third of the book?: Why should I have to keep wading through this shit in order to read the kinds of plots I like to read, with mayhem and plotting and intrigue and cool magic systems? Also: Race--I had abyssally low expectations on that. I'm amazed there was an Asian-American soldier on screen at all. And, quelle surprise, one of the black soldiers got lines! (I liked him.) Of course all the higher-ups were white men. I wasn't expecting any visibly non-white characters at all, so, ha. Why not a black female mechanic or a Latina mechanic as the destined hero? WHY? Current Mood:  pissed off |
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redbird |
8:26p | A short workout Two steps forward, one back. The joints are feeling tender, so a smaller workout than usual. Half a workout is better than none, but there are senses in which this is not worth doing badly. ( Anyhow, numbers ) |
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