Shambleau.
Utterly creepy, man.
Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Shambleau.
Utterly creepy, man.
I love "The Dead" by Joyce. I'm so predictable.
I'm so predictable.
But it's so, so good.
(Yes, folks, that's many years of expensive training in criticism you see up there.)
Also, this whole discussion is reminding me of how much I love the short story, and yet I so seldom read them any more. Hmm.
Also, this whole discussion is reminding me of how much I love the short story, and yet I so seldom read them any more. Hmm.
Oh, short story collections are my favorite way to find new authors.
Also, this whole discussion is reminding me of how much I love the short story, and yet I so seldom read them any more. Hmm.
I was thinking the same thing. Also I'm annoyed at myself because I have read plenty of recent short stories and yet none are coming to mind right now.
I'm annoyed at myself because I have read plenty of recent short stories and yet none are coming to mind right now.
This is me. I need to be in front of my books to give good rec.
Utterly creepy, man.
Isn't it?!? What blew my mind when I read it for my feminist lit class (all SF/Fantasy stuff written by women--introduced me to Tiptree, too), and still does today, is that it was written in the 1930s and yet reads like it came out a generation later.
So many wonderful short stories have already been mentioned! So many of these are wonderful favorites.
Might I add:
A Pair of Silk Stockings by Kate Chopin
Hop Frog by Poe (actually any Edgar Alan Poe makes my list)
The Veldt by Bradbury (any Bradbury makes my list, too!)
The Bet by Chekhov
Leiningen versus the Ants by Carl Stephenson
Why I Live At the PO by Eudora Welty
In political news, Al Franken has his first two TV ads up. I like that his tagline is "I'm Al Franken, and I'm serious...about [whatever the ads' topic is]."
Skipping to the end: this week can fuck off and die already.
Some numbskull plowed through our t-whatever down in southern Md and we lost internet starting at noon. Not that I noticed because I discovered a really weird anomaly in the database and went madly chasing my tail after that and I still have no clue.
Got my car back, $900. HOWEVER, it is making a peculiar whine (they noticed it) that sounds like a little motor, tied to rpm. That had to have started recently, because it is noticeable. So I need to take it back so they can pinpoint it and do whatever billiondollar work that will involve, but tomorrow's weather is scheduled to suck and I just didn't want to deal with it tonight. So I'll probably take it back tomorrow or Friday or fuck, I don't know.
Just fuck it.
And of course, the holiday cc bill came in. I LOVE WRITING BIG CHECKS.