Good news from an editor this morning, regarding "The Colliers' Venus (1893)," so, you know, "Booya!" and all.
If you have not received Sirenia Digest #36, and are, in fact, a subscriber, then you need to email Spooky at crk_books(at)yahoo(dot)com, and she'll figure out why not and see you get your copy. But, by now, everyone should have the issue.
I have decided to print out all the issues of Sirenia Digest and have them bound. It's weird that I have none of them printed. But I do it all on the iMac, and printing them has always seemed a waste of paper. But I'd like, now, to be able to hold them and put them on the shelf.
Yesterday, not much of anything. I tried to just rest. And I suck at just resting. So, instead, mostly I listened to Joy Division and the Editors and wandered back into WoW. I'd not played in several days. I leveled my blood-elf paladin, Hanifah, from 15 to 17, all in Tranquillian, in the Ghostlands south of Silvermoon City. Spooky helped a little, with her Tauren shaman, Usiku (Swahili for night). But I continue to lose interest in WoW. I think, given that it is only a game and not useful for rp that I can only judge it as a videogame (and no, hanging out in a tavern and chatting in lolspeak and Renfairese while teen elf sluts, who, in RL, are mostly all boys, dance semi-clad on tabletops doesn't count as rp). And it's just not a terribly good videogame. It's pretty. A lot of hard work has gone into the world building. I see all that. But it kind of bugs me that, when all is said and done, the game is probably the most popular computer game in history because anyone and everyone can play it. And play it equally well. Assuming that you can afford to buy the game and pay the monthly charge (and that you have a computer that's compatible, and aren't blind), WoW is about as level as any playing field will ever get. I stare at the screen and use keystrokes and click my mouse. The only way that I'll not make it as far in the game as it's possible to make it is if I cease to play. There is simply no skill, of any sort, involved in playing. So, after a while, it becomes pretty damned repetitive. It's making me miss Tomb Raider, where, you know, there are puzzles, and hand-eye coordination is actually a factor. We'll see.
Yesterday. Well, I took a long, hot bath. I downloaded the most recent iTunes update. I did a tiny bit of housecleaning. Spooky made a wonderful dinner, that included asparagus, so yay. We watched last year's Xmas episode of Doctor Who again ("Voyage of the Damned"), and I'm still ticked that Astrid didn't become the new companion, or Sally Sparrow, or anyone but Donna. Then we watched two more eps of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I was especially impressed with the non-linear, fractured narration of ""Mr. Ferguson is Ill Today." Lena Headey is growing on me.
Okay. Gotta go. The platypus is chomping at the bit.