November 19th, 2010

Shaw

"Un! Deux! Trois! Dis: Miroir Noir!"

Yesterday, I wrote 1,012 words, and so began "The Prayer of Ninety Cats." I think this story will rather blatantly and unrepentantly owe something to Angela Carter's "John Ford's 'Tis A Pity She's a Whore." Slowly, I have come to realize this, and I may as well admit it upfront. The similarity doesn't stem from any commonality of subject matter, but from structure.

Please do not spin in your grave, Angela Carter. I love you too much to cause you such unease.

I really need to wash my hair.

Last night we finished Season Three of Californication, and that last episode was fucking devastating. The series remains one of the most brilliant things to be had from television, but I can't imagine how I can wait until the next DVD release, a year from now, to know what comes next. There are cliffhangers and there are these plunges into the abyss.

Also finished the first volume of the collected Farscape comic last night, The Beginning of the End of the Beginning. I approached it with mixed feelings, unsure how to react to to the whole thing. And, at first, the reading was very odd. In part, that's because the comic picks up immediately after the two-part The Peacekeeper Wars that was supposed the wrap everything up by cramming all of what would have been the 22-episode/22 hour Season Five into four hours. Mostly, the movie was a sad mess. About the only part that rang true was the last half hour or so, when John gives Scorpius what he's been asking for and we see what a wormhole weapon can do. Anyway, also I'm not utterly crazy about Tommy Patterson's artwork, so yeah. I had reservations. But about halfway through the collection, the book won me over. The writing gets the characters spot on (well, Jothee is still the same confusing muddle, D'argo Lite, but you can't really blame that on the comic). So, I'll keep reading, because people are kind enough to send me books.

Yesterday, I sat down to remember all the titles my online journal has had since it began in November 2001. Here's what I have:

1. Low Red Moon Journal (November '01-sometime in '04)
2. Low Red Annex (original LJ mirror title, from April '04-later that year)
3. Species of One: Confessions of a Lady Writer and Alien Malcontent (sometime '04-early '07)
4. Hughes, Mericale, Scheheraz'Odd & Touchshriek, Inc. (early in '07-Autumn '09)
5. Unfit for Mass Consumption (Autumn '09-November '10).
6. Dear Sweet Filthy World (November '10-)

Maybe I can get the dates better later on. I haven't felt like prowling through old entries to try and figure it out precisely.

And now, the platypus says it's time to make the doughnuts.

Mostly yours,
Aunt Beast
Shaw

Hal Duncan: "It Gets Better"

Tomorrow is the Twelfth Annual International Transgender Day of Remembrance. I don't think I need to explain what this is, or why it means a lot to me, personally. The world remains fucked up, and people are ignorant and hateful, and many transgender people are harassed, murdered, and commit suicide because of this ignorance and hatred. I will live, grow old, and die, and the world will still be fucked up. But you say what you can, and do what you can, and you keep on moving.

Here in Providence, a Transgender Day of Remembrance event will be held at 6:00 pm. Participants will gather at Youth Pride, Inc., 171 Chestnut Street and will walk in a candlelight procession to the Beneficent Congregational Church at 300 Weybosset St. for the memorial ceremony. At the conclusion of the ceremony, participants will walk by candlelight back to Youth Pride, Inc.

And on that note, I leave you with Hal Duncan, one Scottish sodomite who doesn't mince his fucking words.