That kind of writing bothers me too, Susan and I'm single as a unicorn.
It's not so much the writing, since dystopias are a standard trope of science fiction, as the talks we have in the group about the science behind his latest novella. I think he sees the catastrophe as justice against TPTB, and I understand that longing, but it's difficult for me to get excited about a version that's more likely to mean suffering for Annabel than it is for your neocon hate object of choice.
(OK, when he had the bit in his dystopia with the pregnant woman who then gave birth and watched her baby starve in the mega-Ice Age triggered by global warming-induced changes in the ocean currents, back when I was bringing my own baby to the group every week, THEN it was the writing.)
Grownup!Emmett is making me ache.
Emmett in the middle, in red sleeves, last month
Seriously, I can't cope with how big he is. It feels like an episode of the Twilight Zone: "The Boy Who...GREW!"
Okay, a really banal episode. But still.
He's all young-beast-like now, more boy than boy-kid.
It feels like an episode of the Twilight Zone: "The Boy Who...GREW!"
He grew almost 4 inches in the last year.
He's all young-beast-like now, more boy than boy-kid.
Yep. He's sort of barrelling along on the pre-adolescent track now. Sort of the golden years of Boy-dom, though. Being a boy from 9 through 12 is pretty fun. I guess those are good years for being a girl too.
He grew almost 4 inches in the last year.
Jesus. Darth Tigger, we hardly knew ye.
Jesus. Darth Tigger, we hardly knew ye.
Darth Tigger was in pre-school. He's entering 4th grade next year. He's only two years away from middle school.
Emmett in the middle, in red sleeves, last month
He looks like such a man-boy now! Not a little boy anymore.
I guess those are good years for being a girl too.
Um, yeah. Whatever.
Actually, I had a lot of good times between 9 and 12; it's just that most of them were good times spent alone, and the handful of good times with other people (a) could be counted on one hand, and (b) were entirely the result of bonding over our common state of tormented loserness, cowering from the popular pretty people.
Which brings me more or less back to Um, yeah. Whatever.
However, like Darth Tigger, Emmett is still willing to dress up like mad on any provocation, or none whatsoever. Between the pirate outfit, his collection of hats, the brocade vest that's the only part of his wedding outfit that remotely fits anymore, and his recently purchased week's worth of mustaches, he is more of a San Francisco boy than he realizes just yet.
I know there are costume pieces I'm forgetting, but I'm sure Hec can link to pictures of all of them.
