OK, I’m going to cheat, here.
— Geeks are Sexy (@geeksaresexy) January 17, 2017
I picked up the Tremors Attack Pack, which includes the first four Tremors movies (at least three of which I actually want to see!) because I was in Best Buy and I said Lo! I wish to purchase that movie, or even a collection of those movies! Alas, Best Buy couldn’t be arsed to keep a copy on stock. Fortunately, Amazon could – and they make it really easy to order from your phone.
…This is, like, symbolic of our entire modern economy, huh? (more…)
So Humanity’s made it into interstellar space, gotten past whatever-it-is that kept us from detecting the Galactic civilization, and is now in the process of creating a vast star empire (translation: going through the lists of empty planets that can easily support human life, and colonizing the closest ones). Maybe there’s been a war or two, or just some tense diplomatic exchanges, but everything is now humming along smoothly. Or even reasonably smoothly.
And then the summons to the local sector of Galactic Court comes in the mail.
I mean, my kids will undoubtedly love Monster Trucks when it ends up on Netflix, which means that I’ll be watching it seventeen billion times anyway. I might as well hope for the best, right? Roll with the punches, and all that. I wonder how the reviews will go?
Field trip. First graders, visiting the National Aquarium. Which means, of course, that everybody had to see all the nemos and dorys. And the octopuses. And the eels. And the Aquarium’s actually fairly impressive collection of poisonous tree frogs, which the children found suitably impressive once I explained just how deadly said frogs were. It’s never too early to get kids interested in the biological sciences.
Anyway. WIPED. My children made me take a nap as soon as we all got home; they’d do their homework, and have their mom take a look at it. Which they then gratifyingly proceeded to do. It’s nice when they get old enough to handle stuff, huh?
I’m now much more comfortable with making a 3K word count on short stories, so I’ve updated my Patreon. Now if I hit $150/month, the short story count goes up according. It’s a bargain! …And also a good way to generate useful stories for eventual self-publishing.
Speaking of which: if you want a good, horrified laugh then check this out. did you know that self-published writers aren’t REAL writers? …Seriously, if there is a better method of keeping me engaged and writing than letting me know that somebody out there bitterly resents EVERY DIME I SEE FROM IT, I don’t know what it is. Aside, of course, from getting dimes from it.
Here you go. It will take more than a resolute shift in focus in both this blog and my professional life to make me give up the pleasure of reading a Dave Barry Year In Review column; and this one does not disappoint. Besides, it’s not politics: it’s a year in, well, review. So, again: here you go.
I will miss Carrie Fisher, of course. But I will miss Richard Adams just as much. Watership Down was more or less perfect.
"Sorry, have we met?" said the princess.
The rabbit scratched his ear. "I came to ask if you'd like to join my Owsla."
"Let's go," she said.
— Savage Werewombat (@UrsulaV) December 27, 2016