The Adventures of Lil Cthulhu
Via Cynical-C.
"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
The Adventures of Lil Cthulhu
Via Cynical-C.
Last week was a pretty good showing. Am I disappointed that no one got #8, which was on my “best of ’09” mix? Nah. These lyric quizzes can be surprisingly hard, even when you know the songs. Anyway, here’s this week’s version:
Good luck!
This evening, my parents and I attended a live broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion, piped in from St. Paul, Minnesota, to our local multiplex. It was a lot of fun and a great show — the news from Lake Wobegone, Elvis Costello — but now I’m a little tired.
I went into work a little early this morning, in the hope of getting home a little early, but that plan was dashed by a meeting that ran until a quarter to five. It was an informative meeting that touched directly on some of the work that I do, developing supplemental online materials for our books, but I’m not sorry to be done with meetings for the week. Not least of all because I kind of wanted to spend the day doing a lot of that work.
And I still have editing for Kaleidotrope‘s next issue to do, plus an ever-growing slush pile. I don’t mind that so much (even if the slush is mostly rejections), but I think I’m going to have to spend a good part of the weekend re-reading and marking up stories if I expect to have them done for the April issue. On the plus side, I think they’re some really good stories.
Now, if you excuse me, there seems to be a dog barking right outside my bedroom door for some reason. I’m going to go investigate why, and then eventually find my way to bed.
…the last thing you should do is remind the audience of a movie they’d rather be home watching.
The mind is like a detective– it wants facts and figures. But the heart, its perennial sidekick, keeps shaking its head and smiling: There was no way in the world they were going to find the facts and crack this case.
The stories are the cake, and the shared-universe stuff is frosting. Things tend to go horribly wrong when people start to think the frosting is more important than the cake, and then get better when they remember that it’s about the cake after all.
[snip]
This isn’t unique to superhero comics. Just like readers who don’t let it bother them that Nero Wolfe was 40 years old for 40 years straight, or that Linus was in kindergarten when Sally Brown was an infant and later they were in the same class, there gets to be a point where you decide whether you want it to be strictly logical, or whether you want it to be fun.
I’m tempted to joke that the cake is a lie, but he raises a lot of really good points.
Today was just your average, garden variety Wednesday. We had a meeting at work this afternoon to discuss e-books and, more accurately, e-inspection/examination copies. (That’s when a professor asks to see a book before potentially adopting it for a class. There are restrictions built in, and sometimes it’s a physical copy and sometimes it’s electronic. But if it’s a legitimate course, and we think there’s potential for course adoption, the book is free.) An informative, if not exactly exciting meeting, though I did find myself joining in when the discussion turned to this whole Macmillan/Amazon kerfuffle and e-readers.
I keep meaning to post something more in-depth about the whole thing, about e-books in general, and Amazon and the new Apple iPad more specifically. But, for now, the short version is this: I’m still honestly thinking about buying an iPad, despite some misgivings about what is (and isn’t) available in the initial version, and I’m learning to like Amazon a little less every day.
But, honestly, nobody has any clue about the future of e-books. We’re all just trying to muddle through and guess where things are headed.
We also got a surprising e-mail at work today from human resources, informing us that the company will be offering summer hours from July to September. What that means is, we work the same number of hours, but a little more on Monday through Thursday. Then we get to leave at one o’clock on Friday. I don’t have to let them know until May, but I’m definitely thinking about it. I’d most likely work 8:30 to 5:15 four days a week, which wouldn’t change my schedule too much, and it would mean my weekend would start three hours earlier.
And who doesn’t like a few extra hours in their weekend?