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Friday, February 28, 2003
global politics redux
i usually go very far out of my way to avoid the National Review, as i can only stomach so much conservativism in one sitting, however, i was led there, Your Honor, by Instapundit.com. Glenn Reynolds highlighted a bit of the article and then posted the link. compelling article about the current clusterfrell with Iraq with disturbing flashback overtones. take a look.
granted, there's a great deal of rhetoric in there and nothing is what it seems. lord knows we lie, er, i mean, dissemble, to the press when it suits our investigations.
secret subpoenas....uhm, bite me? "hello? LA Times? have i got a story for you."
don't get me wrong. i don't have a big brother paranoia fear. i honestly don't. if those frellniks really wanna know what i surf, they can knock themselves out. no. really. i'll go back to throwing rocks with notes tied to 'em. i don't care if they know i read Lileks.com and wreak havoc at watchfarscape.com, or that i spend a great deal of time m'fing the Cave Trolls i work with, but jeez. trample the Constitution why don't ya.
the RB taunts me with the fact that i haven't blogged in days. yeah, yeah. how's Chapter 18 comin? so, anyway. after i get back from a meeting that starts at ohdarkugly tomorrow, i'll catch up on writing and blogging. i've been chewing on ACOD and Prayer and need to wax opinionic. i also need to finish 610 before i go insane. sniff, whimper.
on the upside
aicn has all kinds of new info on Mad Max 4, Mission:Impossible 3, and an upcoming film called Underworld. gawd, am i a sucker for broody vampires and werewolves. mmmmm, blood.
finally over the cold, i'm pretty sure. head's still all lopsided and dren, which may account for the sudden fascination with burning fields of flowers, or, maybe not. anyway. so yeah. dinner was good. i'm sleepy. must go back to work in the am after being off sick sunday and monday. i blame ze germans.
our beloved Zhaan, and everybody's *other* favorite tralk, Braca, in SoCal this weekend!!!!!!!!!
posted just hours ago at the message board for the Dr Who convention, Gallifrey One.
David Franklin, who plays Captain Braca on Farscape (the former aide to Scorpius and now chief henchman for Grayza), will be joining us this weekend in a special panel alongside Virginia Hey on Saturday [Feb 15th] at 1:00pm.
a bummer edit. no extra guest. *sigh* but we get to revel in Ginny and David! there's more info here.
another amusing genre related "who are you" from the surfing habits of the Right Brain. hope the movie doesn't suck. and speaking of movies...is it the 14th yet, cuz i've got a date with Ben and Jennifer.hmmmmmm...that could be fun. oh wait. that's not what i meant.
maayan, maayan, maayan. you keep making me hate you.
in a truly loving way though. seriously, i need to stop reading her blog. yeah, like *that's* gonna happen. at least i'm only reading it after i've seen the ep being discussed.
the only Season Four speculation i think i'll make on this blog...which, is spoilers of course.
if John's wormhole abilities are both nature and nurture, genetic and technical knowledge, which would explain a great many things, then whosoever possesses John's genetics, may possess John's inherent abilities. thus in Terra Firma, if Aeryn, in my opinion, could sense the two wormholes before they approached, then she either has some abilities or knowledge that we don't know about, or, she has John's dna, and the only way she could have that is if the child is John's.
also....Stark. Unrealized Realities. John Quixote. Different Destinations. one angry man? maybe. maybe not. fixing a mistake made in grief? possibly. which then lends some expository-ness, er, yeah, to this bit of dialogue exchange....
D'Argo: "It wasn't her."
John: "It never was."
hmmmmmm. can't wait to see how it all plays out. love that i don't know. must stay unspoiled. love making my brain hurt.
August and Everything After 416
started spinning that cd about a week ago. call it a jonesing for Counting Crows. lyrics have been really resonating with me this last week, perhaps finally showing me a way to tell a story that i've wanted to tell for a few years. so i caught up on the blogs today after watching 416, spurred my own thoughts on the matter above, then hopped in Skippy and went scrounging for grub. Rain King was what started playing when i turned the engine over.
the metaphors in Rain King have always puzzled me; wondering what Adam Duritz was really trying to say. i had ideas of course, but i was never sure. couldn't bother to look. i liked the ambiguity i suppose. although, i would like to know who the frell Henderson is and why he's waiting for the sun. today i hear the song, and in light of 416 and the rest of Season 4, it made a scary kind of sense... in a Farscape way....if the narrator is John.
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers and all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to feed me I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been crying I've been thinking And I am the Rain King
Mama, Mama, Mama, why am I so alone? I can't go outside I'm scared I might not make it home I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place why don't you invite me in Don't try to bleed me I've been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been lying I've been sinking And I am the Rain King
Hey, I only want the same as anyone Henderson is waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to bleed me I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been dying I been drinking and I am the Rain King
"Most fanfic authors write for one reason: feedback. But there are those who, dreaming of going legit, submit their work to publishers or to their favorite television shows. Their efforts aren't well received. "We get tons of terrible stuff," says John Ordover, editor of Pocket Books' lucrative Star Trek novelization series. "Fan writing is not the farm team for the legit novels, and should be abandoned at once by anyone who wants to be a pro writer of any kind."
uhm, fuck you?
the article, i admit, is from 1998, but me and the RB just came across it, and, bless the internet, it's as good as written today.
"...We get tons of terrible stuff..." gee, like the dren that you foist on us in print and television and film? yeah. whatever.
the whole article's linked above. the offending bit is on the second page and if you scroll down some more, you get treated to a text version of the sidebar which has links and reviews of fic archives.
the space shuttle Columbia, disintegrated, over Texas and states surrounding, at about six o'clock pacific time this morning on its way to its landing site in Florida. all 7 astronauts were lost.
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