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|Monday, October 7th, 2013|
|Wednesday, August 1st, 2012|
|Thursday, July 12th, 2012|
Having just finished my 100th book of the year, it occurred to me that it's been a while since I did a book post (okay...any post at all!) And also I have been reading some fun new fiction, and thought I'd share some recs:
My top SF recs:
1. John Scalzi's Redshirts. This is a must-read for anyone who loves SF, loves to hate bad SF on TV, and discusses it at length. Its meta has meta. Hilarious, recursive and deeply twisted. I loved it. And double extra kudos for taking a well-known classic fanfic and turning it into original fiction.
2. The Kris Longknife series by Mike Shepherd (aka Mike Moscoe). This is the most fun I've had with space opera in a long time. Cross David Drake's Leary series with Tanya Huff's Valor series, and add a dash of Honor Harrington and Miles Vorkosigan. Light, fun and packed with plotty action.
3. Cursed and Fated by Benedict Jakka- think Butcher's Harry Dresden, only English.
Other than that- I've been reading less nonfiction than usual, and lots of mystery and thrillers, mostly forgettable. I loved Matt Reilly's new Scarecrow book, which I listened to on audiobook. There's nothing like big explosions and fast paced action for cheering me up when I'm stuck in traffic.
And otherwise, life is pretty good...some work crazy is calming down (and replaced by other work crazy, but hey, it's good crazy for the most part). I ducked and ran from some volunteer things I would otherwise have been sucked into, and am enjoying actually having time to relax over the summer. I even rewatched some SGA this week...step one to getting my headspace back into the 'Gate universe...won't commit to the 'w' word yet but it could happen. ( And if you want to know everything I"ve been readingCollapse )
|Wednesday, February 1st, 2012|
|Fic Recs- AMTDRT (Aliens Made Them Do Random Things)- GEN
Okay, Fig has already recced this
, but that was back in 2007 and I'd missed it and I so needed a giggle today. So I'm sharing. The Art of the Deal
, in which aliens want something a little different.
and the post and comment thread that inspired it, Aliens Made Them
, which generated a hilarious collection of ficlets in the comments (do be sure to expand all the threads- the fics often continue). These include (but are not limited to: Due North Crochet-Fic, and a hysterical Highlander- Looney Tunes crossover, as well as some excellent SG-1 Fic (in which Teal'c's dignity is sorely offended. :P)
And I must credit holdouttrout
for the AMTDRT acronym!
|Monday, January 30th, 2012|
|SG-1 Gen Fic Day/Cam Alphabet Soup: E is for Exertion
Mitchell's legs burned with fatigue and buckled as he tried to force them to move, but he was pushing himself up again, even before the physical therapist could say, "Let's try once more, Colonel." He'd always been pig-stubborn, as his granma used to say, but since the crash he'd found reserves of obdurate will that sometimes surprised even him. 'Adversity builds character' he thought. 'And why do we need character? To cope with adversity.' His dad had told him that once. He grasped the bars and tried to force his shaking legs to move, accepting the pain. Pain was good. Far better than the terrifying lack of sensation after the accident- he pushed thoughts of the past behind him, and focused forward. His left foot moved, dragging and he shifted to put weight on it, looking past the end of the parallel bars. He had O'Neill's word- "Get well soon. And when you do, you can do anything you want, and I mean…professionally…anything you want." Bastard probably thought he was safe making that promise. He remembered the doctor telling him he was unlikely to walk again. O'Neill must have known that. Weren't they both going to be surprised...
The trees were wobbling gently somewhere past his feet, and someone was prodding him in the ribs with a stick. Staff. Jolan. Sodan warrior. The last few days came swimming back. The fight at the Gate. Learning the Sodan fighting style. Or not. He rolled away from the stick, feeling the bruises where Jolan had thrown him down and came to his feet. "Show me that one again," he said, in his breeziest and most annoying tone. The trees gave a final lurch and his vision sharpened. Not concussed, just knocked silly for a moment, he judged.
Jolan frowned. "You are slow and weak."
Mitchell smiled. "But persistent." Mitchell knew that the advantages were all with the Sodan, and that his best chance lay in talking his way out of this, not fighting. But continuing to fight meant the opportunity to talk. And also--Mitchell had never been a believer in odds. Time enough to deal with failure if he failed. It was balancing act--stay flexible, choose a course, then pursue it without holding back. PT, qualifying for gate travel, putting the band back together- poor odds had never yet stopped Mitchell from trying. He was determined that Jolan was going to become another of the long list of people Cameron Mitchell had surprised in the past. "Show me that one again," he repeated, and shifted his weight to block the Sodan's attack.
And do check out the other Cam Alphabet Soup entries
|Wednesday, July 14th, 2010|
|Lacking in Gravity
(Hi! Been a while. I've been traveling. Details posted elsewhere, but if you're interested, drop me a note and I'll send you a link.)
So, my husband and I were discussing the New York Times article about gravity
tonight, and rapidly descended into silliness. It went something like this:
Him: Space-time has curvature in the presence of math*. (*he meant 'mass' but that's where the conversation went off the rails)
Me: If we accept the conservation of math, than math can be neither created nor destroyed. And if an equation is true in the woods, does it matter if no-one is there to solve it?
(This actually turned into a discussion of Platonic truth. Are we geeks, or what?) Current Mood: silly
|Saturday, June 19th, 2010|
|Thursday, April 8th, 2010|
|N is for New (SG-1, S5, Gen, G)
Ack! This totally should have had an LJ cut. My apologies. The neuron on duty when I posted it was clearly not working properly. And do check out the other Jonas Alphabet Soup entries
posted for Gen Fic Day.
For an instant on waking, he thought he was in the temporary quarters at the ministry, where he sometimes slept after a late night at work. But the hum of the equipment that pushed air through the grate into the room, the feel of the bed underneath him, the texture of the fabric against his cheek brought it all back in a rush. The accident, the talk with Colonel O'Neill, taking the naquadria. The ecstasy-terror-excitement of stepping into the wormhole. The hollow fear when he found out they'd discovered his absence. The gate kawhooshed, and as Jonas turned toward the general, the control room technician said. "Receiving a transmission from Kelowna, sir."
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|Thursday, December 17th, 2009|
|Monday, November 30th, 2009|
|Ladies and Gentlebeings, We Have a Winner!
It's not that I thought I couldn't do it...less than 1700 words a day isn't actually that bad. But I wasn't sure if I would
do it, if that makes sense. And there were a couple of days when life happened and I was over 10,000 words behind schedule going into the last week. (I made it all up over the holiday weekend, including 7800 words on Sunday alone. Gah. Note to self: Procrastination isn't actually fun.)
But. This is the most writing I've done in about two years, so, yay! And now onto the next step- trying to get the regular writing habit back into my schedule.
|Wednesday, November 18th, 2009|
|Sometimes, I Wonder About My Brain
I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was watching television with my parents. The show was some current show I don't watch (and don't recall the name of (and which probably doesn't exist IRL)), but two of the guest characters for the episode were MacGyver and Stringfellow Hawk (remember Airwolf
?) . The bad guys were after Hawk, but didn't know him by sight, so they grabbed MacGyver and another guy instead. And the other guy gets hit in the head and has a depressed skull fracture. So Mac has to improvise tools for brain surgery in a prison camp. And the guards still think he's Hawk....and then my dad started telling me about this really hot female actor who joins the show in the middle of the third season and I was explaining that I'd want to see the first two seasons on DVD first because I don't like watching things out of order and then I woke up with the theme music from MacGyver playing in my head.
In other news I just broke 25,000 words on my NaNo novel. Yay! I'm running two full days behind, but I've had a long talk with the characters and explained that if they don't start cooperating, I'm going to let them all shoot each other in one gigantic firefight, die horribly, and end this as a short story. I think they are now seeing things my way. Current Mood: optimistic
|Sunday, November 1st, 2009|
|This Time Fer Sure
I've been saying for the last several years, 'I should really do National Novel Writing Month- but not this year, it's too crazy. The first year I'm not unbelievably overscheduled.'
Well. This year, I'm only believably overscheduled (that is, before I signed up for this), and I've run out of excuses. Is anyone else playing this year?
The good news- I'm really hoping this will get me back into the daily writing habit, one I lost during construction insanity three years ago and have struggled with ever since.
Sadly, I will not be writing Stargate fic. On the one hand, it would have been fun- but on the other, I have more long story ideas for original fiction. And the idea of getting through a whole first draft in one whack- and then passing it to my husband for the second draft as a distraction from the long New England winter- was too attractive to pass up.
So. Likely I'll be around even less than usual in November but we'll see. There's nothing like having an urgent need to do something else to make me want to play on the internet!
|Tuesday, September 8th, 2009|
|Thursday, July 30th, 2009|
|SGA fic rec: Bringing Out the Dead, Gen, PG
So, I just happened across an SGA missing scenes fic for The Last Man. It's by an author I hadn't encountered before pwcorgigirl
. It's a trio of drabbles (and the episode is an apocalyptic AU, so be warned). I especially enjoyed the middle one, which is Sam-centric.
Author's summary: The dead you always carry with you.Bringing Out the Dead Current Mood: sleepy
|Tuesday, June 30th, 2009|
|Sunday, May 3rd, 2009|
|Thursday, April 23rd, 2009|
If you're trying to view my website and are getting an internal server error- it's a network issue. Earthlink says they're working on it.
ETA: And it appears to be fixed.
|Sunday, March 22nd, 2009|
|Sunday, March 1st, 2009|
|Vidders in the News
Probably this has been posted everywhere and I just missed it. However- in case you missed it:
Heard this very nice piece
on NPR on my way home the other night, about vidding- the article has some links to really fantastic vids. The Star Trek meets Monty Python one should definitely put a smile on your face.
And the self-referential one (titled "Us") is an absolutely fantastic piece of work. Highly recommended. Current Mood: contemplative