It is now less than a week until I leave for Gallifrey One. While the weather looks grim (rain, rain, rain, rain), temperatures in the mid-60s sound pretty great to me. That and In-and-Out Burger. I’m half considering going vegetarian from now until I get there just to counteract the extremely unhealthy habits I tend to have there (the LAX Marriott isn’t really a prime zone for gluten-free food, so I wind up eating a lot of burgers without the bun and potato skins).
I’ve mentioned this on LJ, but on the odd chance anyone is here and not there — you’ll be able to pick up Whedonistas in the dealers room, but if you like to purchase a copy of The Book of Harry Potter Trifles, Trivias and Particularities ($15) or Horror Between the Sheets (the Cthulhu Sex anthology) ($12) let me know and I’ll bring copies with me. I’m not bringing spare copies, because it’s too onerous in the luggage.
Meanwhile, in the realm of people advocating for their own professional creative projects, my buddy John Snead is a designer of role-playing games and is currently running a Kickstarter project to fund the development of Eldritch Skies which is in the genre of Lovecraftian SF. Want to know what John could possibly mean by this or how to get the game yourself? Check out the project.
Back in the tentacle-free world, I was struck by this article regarding a discussion at an exclusive private club in New York that devolved into what sounds like Internet debate at its (articulate) worst over a reciprocal agreement with a British club that only allows women to enter when in the company of a man.
Finally, this CFP for Interfictions 0 regarding interstitial work may be of interest to many of you. I’ve been told by involved parties that work from folks who have interstitial relationships with the Academy (i.e., independent and non-traditional scholars) are most welcome to submit.
And now some follow ups on some previous stories:
Remember A Billion Wicked Thoughts? Well, now there are 50 tags, some of which, like mansplaining, that have been selected over 150 times. Proof fandom has a long, angry memory with a bucketload of social science expertise on the side. People should hire us to righteously fuck shit up; we’re really good at it.
Meanwhile, I was interested to note that Fat, Ugly or Slutty has received more click-thrus, by far, than any other item I’ve ever linked to in this blog. Part of that is that issues of how women get treated online is probably more exciting to most readers than the edible cups (no, I will never, ever stop talking about that). But I think part of it is also the provocative name, and, possibly, that rubbernecking impulse we often have on the Internet. If you clicked, why did you?
I’ve also noticed an interesting trend in the spam comments I get (and trash) here. Mostly they are generic things that are like “wow, this website has special content” but with worse grammar and even less specificity. The whole point is to sound flattering enough to get through and then hope someone will click on the URL of the commenter. But the ones I got on my most recent post about bullying? They were of the same level of grammar and specificity (so generic and clearly not about me) and in a shift, largely of the “wow, you are so stupid and whiny about something you could easily fix” variety. Their URL destination? Crappy on-line b-rate war video games. I guess it pays to know your audience; it pays more to have a good spam filter.
I’ll be speaking with Patty in the morning. I’ll let you all know if there are any more cobra status updates.