Alone, with too much generosity.
A theatre mask of hostility attracts
Assaults occur, infrequently
And those who come to conquer
Need strength
But damage accumulates
Still moving him to tears
Retain a sense of humor.
Retain a sense of humor.
Retain a sense of humor.
Retain a sense of humor.
I will be pondering this all damned day.
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Why have I never gone to San Diego for ComiCon? A) It's in San Diego, home of the Creation Research Institute; B) I cannot even begin to justify spending the money on the trip; C) this quote from
Finally, the Grindhouse panel had to leave, and the little Comic-Con administrator guy had time to fill because Kevin Smith was still stuck in traffic, twenty miles away. He said to the crowd, "Well, in room 20 upstairs, Ray Bradbury, Ray Harryhausen, and Forrest J. Ackerman are conducting a panel. We can put up the video feed of that--" A few cheers came from the crowd. "--Or, Warner Brothers has provided us with footage from their upcoming movie, Beerfest." Lots of cheers, hoots, and applause came from the audience. "Well, okay," the little man said sadly, "I guess culture loses to-day."
And it occurs to me, again, that there is usually something sort of grotesque about mass appeal.
Yesterday. Mostly, it was spent laying out and proofing Sirenia Digest No. 8, which will go out to readers sometime today, as soon as I have the final PDF. If you've not subscribed, it's not too late to get No. 8, which includes both my new short story, "The Cryomancer's Daughter" and Sonya Taaffe's very wonderful tale, "The Depth Oracle." Of course, if you're saving your money to see Beerfest, I'll understand. So, yes, most of the day went to the digest. I also had to get some information to Pandemonium Books in Boston regarding my signing/reading there August 5th. I sent "Pony" and "pas-en-arrière" to Vince, because neither were illustrated for the digest, but both need illustrations for Tales from the Woeful Platypus. I did a lot of things that have more to do with getting ready to leave Atlanta on Tuesday than with writing.
Oh. I also looked in on my MySpace page. I still haven't had a chance to speak with my agent regarding the MySpace TOS.
Also, I decided what I'd wear to the Boston signing. By the way, here's the announcement again, for anyone who missed it the first two times and has no idea what I'm talking about: I will be signing and reading at Pandemonium Books in Cambridge (4 Pleasant Street) on Saturday, August 5th, from 8-10 p.m. You can get directions to Pandemonium from their website (link above). And yes, I will sign whatever you bring for me to sign. I cannot yet say which books will be available at Pandemonium. I've asked them to push Low Red Moon and Murder of Angels.
I have decided that I will most likely be reading "Houses Under the Sea," a short story I wrote and sold back in 2004, but which has not yet been published. It's one of my favourites. Okay. Stuff to do. Three days worth of stuff, all crammed tightly into today. Mostly, I'll be going over the CEM for Daughter of Hounds One Last Time, as though these tinkerings and obsessions over grammar have anything at all to do with the book's success or failure.
- Current Location:Aurorae Sinus
- Current Mood:
busy
- Current Music:Bruderschaft, "Forever" (Darkness Pulls Me Under mix)
Comments
I cringed when I read that over 100,000 people were there on Thursday. Thursday! Saturdays were always the worst for crowding, and when I last went in 2004 the 80,000-plus in attendance was claustrophia-inducing enough for me. I was never there for the huge events.
Dwarfed in coverage of the event maybe, but I don't feel like they're short-changed in any way. There are still lots of booths selling new comics, lots of booths selling private collections of comics and comic related merchandise, and booths for small-time comic publishers. And there were far more comic book industry names in attendance than I could even hope to see in the four days.
I cringed when I read that over 100,000 people were there on Thursday.
The crowds can be a little vexing but, believe it or not, I've never been there when I couldn't find a quiet place to sit down for as long as I needed.
I think being 5 foot 3 inches may play a role in how I perceive crowds.
Indeed!
Some people have impoverished dreams and so find the dreams of those not so impoverished difficult to believe.
He touts himself as being so open and tolerant to new ideas but in truth, he is one of those people who has trouble believing things exist that he hasn't experienced.
I'm inclined to think that Paradise Lost might not suffer at all from the inclusion of starfighters and robots . . .
It was all pretty drad. Terrifying, but drad.
I'm always tickled pink when I see this refered to as a target audience.
Oh, and the paradise lost thing, I'm so fucked with documentaries right now that I sat there going, "Yeah, fuck those ass backward motherfuckers, they should have some starfighters tearing up West Memphis."
Oh, if only...
Congratulations--you must feel like a different person. I've been meaning to ask; what kind of ramen do you eat for breakfast?
C) this quote from setsuled's latest LJ entry,
I'll give you a D)--it was 111 degrees on Saturday, and going to Comic-Con can mean a lot of standing outside in the sun.
there is usually something sort of grotesque about mass appeal.
I should point out that, while there are a bunch of annoying people, there are also thousands of very cool people in costumes who're actually the nicest mob you'll probably find anywhere in the world. I think there was a concentration of bad apples in hall H because that's where the big Hollywood stuff tends to be.
Koyo ramen (lemongrass ginger) with fresh broccoli and mushrooms. And soy sauce. And wasabi-flavoured rice crackers.
I'll give you a D)--it was 111 degrees on Saturday, and going to Comic-Con can mean a lot of standing outside in the sun.
Yikes. The saving grace of Dragon*Con is that one can generally avoid the sun.
very cool people in costumes
Long have I dreamed of Nar'eth braving the crowds at San Diego...
That sounds really good. Much better than the plain bowls of oatmeal I've been eating. I really need to make time for multiple ingredients. When my aunt told me to add spinach to my udon noodles a few days ago, it was like an epiphany.
The saving grace of Dragon*Con is that one can generally avoid the sun.
Once inside Comic-Con, you can stay inside all day. But those who register on-site may have to wait outside awhile. I registered early in the morning on Thursday so I didn't have it so bad, but a couple friends of mine had to wait outside for four hours on Saturday. Both of them are the sort of pale people who don't tan, too, so they were quite unhappy by the end. I showed up with them in the morning, saw the Grindhouse panel and Kevin Smith no-show, and came out to find my friends still waiting in queue.
Long have I dreamed of Nar'eth braving the crowds at San Diego...
I'd love to see her (or even you) here. And in black leather and fur, believe it or not, Nar'eth would not be the most inappropriately dressed. I marvelled at how many black trench coats I saw walking around under the horrible sun.