Badass, like REO Speedwagon or somethin'.
Raising a child is like taking care of someone who’s on way too many shrooms, while you yourself are on a moderate amount of shrooms. I am not confident in my decisions, but I know you should not be eating a mousepad.
Ron Funches (via lazybookreviews)
Raising a child is like taking care of someone who’s on way too many shrooms, while you yourself are on a moderate amount of shrooms. I am not confident in my decisions, but I know you should not be eating a mousepad.
With the upcoming fourth season of A Game of Thrones about to hit TV screens, you will soon see ‘If you like reading GRR Martin, why not try these authors?’ displays going up in bookshops. I will give a book of mine, of their choice, to the first person who can send me a photo of such a display that isn’t entirely composed of male authors. Because I’ve yet to see one. I have challenged staff in bookshops about this, to be told ‘women don’t write epic fantasy’ Ahem, with 15 novels published, I beg to differ. And we read it too.
But that’s not what the onlooker sees in the media, in reviews, in the supposedly book-trade-professional articles in The Guardian which repeatedly discuss epic fantasy without ever once mentioning a female author. That onlooker who’s working in a bookshop and making key decisions about what’s for sale, sees a male readership for grimdark books about blokes in cloaks written by authors like Macho McHackenslay. So that’s what goes in display, often at discount, at the front of the store. So that’s what people see first and so that’s what sells most copies.
Juliet E. McKenna being brilliant (so what else is new) on the SFWA shoutback, public perceptions of the field, and equal access to offensiveness, sexism and idiocy. (via dduane)
Seriously, also I’d recommend Bujold, who is at least twice as good an author as GRRM.
With the upcoming fourth season of A Game of Thrones about to hit TV screens, you will soon see ‘If you like reading GRR Martin, why not try these authors?’ displays going up in bookshops. I will give a book of mine, of their choice, to the first person who can send me a photo of such a display that isn’t entirely composed of male authors. Because I’ve yet to see one. I have challenged staff in bookshops about this, to be told ‘women don’t write epic fantasy’ Ahem, with 15 novels published, I beg to differ. And we read it too.
But that’s not what the onlooker sees in the media, in reviews, in the supposedly book-trade-professional articles in The Guardian which repeatedly discuss epic fantasy without ever once mentioning a female author. That onlooker who’s working in a bookshop and making key decisions about what’s for sale, sees a male readership for grimdark books about blokes in cloaks written by authors like Macho McHackenslay. So that’s what goes in display, often at discount, at the front of the store. So that’s what people see first and so that’s what sells most copies.
Juliet E. McKenna being brilliant (so what else is new) on the SFWA shoutback, public perceptions of the field, and equal access to offensiveness, sexism and idiocy. (via dduane)
Seriously, also I’d recommend Bujold, who is at least twice as good an author as GRRM.
elephantocetomachia
n. a fight between an elephant and a whale
elephantocetomachia
n. a fight between an elephant and a whale
While traveling in Russia during the days of the USSR, a traveler checks into a shared hotel room (who can afford a private one these days?), and is annoyed to find that the other guests in the room are staying up drinking vodka and getting louder in their criticism of the government as the night goes on.
He goes down to the front desk, orders some tea from room service, and returns to the room. Once there, he gets down on his hands and knees, crawls under the table, and says into the electric outlet, “Sergeant Smorodin, would you mind sending up some tea?” The others laugh at this, but a few minutes later fall silent and quickly go to bed when the tea shows up. Satisfied, the traveler goes to sleep.
In the morning, he awakes to find police hustling the other guests out of the room. As the last one closes the door, he says “You’re lucky, comrade – the sergeant liked your joke.”
While traveling in Russia during the days of the USSR, a traveler checks into a shared hotel room (who can afford a private one these days?), and is annoyed to find that the other guests in the room are staying up drinking vodka and getting louder in their criticism of the government as the night goes on.
He goes down to the front desk, orders some tea from room service, and returns to the room. Once there, he gets down on his hands and knees, crawls under the table, and says into the electric outlet, “Sergeant Smorodin, would you mind sending up some tea?” The others laugh at this, but a few minutes later fall silent and quickly go to bed when the tea shows up. Satisfied, the traveler goes to sleep.
In the morning, he awakes to find police hustling the other guests out of the room. As the last one closes the door, he says “You’re lucky, comrade – the sergeant liked your joke.”
Realistic space collision hazards are one of two things:
(a) Boring. At worst, you might walk through someone’s ball of orange juice that they left floating in mid-air. Or…
(b) Incredibly lethal and so fast you don’t have a chance to realise what just happened before you die. Any two random objects in space are likely to have relative velocities so high that if they collide one of them will simply punch a hole right through the other one. And you won’t see it coming, let alone have time to react.To alleviate this problem, use some artistic licence and populate your spacelanes with masses of rocks slowly drifting drifting in random directions. It makes no sense, but hey, neither do warp drives, psionic powers, or artificial gravity.
Awesome webcomic.
Realistic space collision hazards are one of two things:
(a) Boring. At worst, you might walk through someone’s ball of orange juice that they left floating in mid-air. Or…
(b) Incredibly lethal and so fast you don’t have a chance to realise what just happened before you die. Any two random objects in space are likely to have relative velocities so high that if they collide one of them will simply punch a hole right through the other one. And you won’t see it coming, let alone have time to react.To alleviate this problem, use some artistic licence and populate your spacelanes with masses of rocks slowly drifting drifting in random directions. It makes no sense, but hey, neither do warp drives, psionic powers, or artificial gravity.
Awesome webcomic.
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