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Vid: Keep the Streets Empty For Me
Music: Fever Ray
Video: Twilight (all movies)
Summary: "Morning, keep the streets empty for me." Hunter and prey in Twilight.
Notes: Premiered last night at the 2013 [community profile] wiscon_vidparty!
Link: Streaming and download at my journal.

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Vid Party Question

I was in and out at the vid party last night, and am wondering about the source of the footage that looked like it was from an action movie starting a brown-haired woman. Contemporary setting, lots of shooting. It was among the premieres, right before the vid with Martha Jones. I must have missed the info on the screen, and it didn't seem like to good time to be asking folks about it, but I'm intrigued about the movie (?) now.

Thanks!

WisCon now

At the broaduniverse table with Andrea Hairston at #wiscon. Come by and say hi. Until 12:45.
Then on to my 1PM panel on women in traditional ballads.
Then onto tea and dinner and the TOTU party tonight.

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Eaten by kinders

Mirrored from Marsha Sisolak.

So it’s been another rough week. Kinders pulled fire alarms and (finger)shot teachers while being corrected.

This is in addition to the usual wiggles and tattling. I’m so tired of the tattling that I’m making the kids write their tattles on paper and stuff them in the tattle box next week so I can read them after school.

If nothing else, they’ll be asking me how to spell words instead, and the worst tattlers will most likely give up. Writing takes a lot more time, after all.

I also might get a few laughs out of it.

he seb he wont b mi fren

X (name redacted) bibn lisn tu miz lu

And of course, the all encompassing sentences because spaces, no matter what Mrs. Sisolak says, are for sissies:

Sheizbenmentome.

(Where the definition of mean is ‘won’t give me a sticker.’)

Eleven more days and we’re all tired.

The saddest story of the week was my student who said wistfully, “I wish I was still in preschool.” That was after yet another piece of assessment, which is all this time of year is about.

The Eldest and his father drove all the way to WA, got the bed and the couch into the house last night, set up internet (because that’s of course what you do to Skype with your fiancee and future mother-in-law to consult on furniture placement) and collapsed. Despite their best efforts, they did not drive all the way through Thursday as they’d planned. They stopped for a few hours in Salem to sleep. I’m grateful, seeing that stopping for gas before you’re actually wafting along on fumes for these guys is verboten. Only sissies stop when the low gas light goes on.

(No, they didn’t run out of gas. That would have been poetic justice and that doesn’t happen to them. Ever. :P)

I’m all to myself until Tuesday when the daughter returns. Wednesday, we’ll have Sophie, a visiting dog. Thursday, the spouse returns. Because I’m alone, I find myself regretting the fact that I am not actually at Wiscon. Again.

Maybe next year. Surely it won’t be as horrible as this year has been. (And mind you, it’s not because of the children. At all.)

I don't know if this is true for other people

Few things kill my WSOD as quickly as legal procedurals where the lawyers and cops make reference to the possibility of the death penalty in legal regimes that do not have the death penalty.

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"Is this, then, what it is to be a God? To know, and never do? To watch the world wind by, and in its winding find content?

If I should feed the world, heal all the wounds man's smoldering industries have made, what would he do? Would he renounce the wealth his sawmills bring, step gently on the flowers instead, and pluck each apple with respect for this abundant world in all its providence?

No.

He would pump more poisons, build more mines, safe in the knowledge that I stood on hand to mend the biosphere, endlessly covering the scars he could now endlessly inflict.

Somewhere the Parliament stand rooted, inert and omnipotent, while tiny spiders drape their ribs in silk.

After this night of reverie, at last I comprehend their stance."

Alan Moore, Swamp Thing #64, p. 17.

[Parliament of Trees: the previous incarnations of Swamp Things]

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Superpowers:


US Edition


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Novellas:

"The Sun Inside," part of the Electrum Novella Series from Rabit Transit Press



Short Stories:

"Escape to Bird Island" at The King's English, Winter 2008-9 Issue

"Bear In Contradicting Landscape" in Polyphony 7, Coming Soon

"MonstroCities" in Tumbarumba: A Frolic of Intrusions

"Mike's Place" in Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet #22

"Proof of Zero" in Spicy Slipstream Stories, Out Now!!

"The Somnambulist" in Paper Cities: An Anthology of Urban Fantasy, Out Now!!

"Oma Dortchen and the Pillar of Story" in Farrago's Wainscot, Summer 2007

"The Ichthyomancer Writes His Friend with an Account of the Yeti's Birthday Party" in Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet Number 13, Fall 2003 (Honorable Mention, The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror: Seventeenth Annual Collecion); Reprinted in The Best of Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet

Criticism:

""Stardust" at Strange Horizons

Essay:

"On Making Noise: Confessions of a Quiet Kid" in Brothers and Beasts: An Anthology of Men on Fairy Tales edited by Kate Bernheimer

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