- Nominations: Tuesday, October 10 - Sunday, October 22
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- Assignments Out: Monday, November 13
- Assignments Due: Saturday, December 9
- Work Reveals: Sunday, December 17
- Author Reveals: Sunday, December 21
I noticed - flitting past me on Twitter the other day - somebody eyerolling at, if not codfishing, some bloke's plaint that watching Dunkirk had made him realise that The Modern Man does not have these Manly Challenges To Rise To -
And being a historian, I thought that, actually, there have been long generations, at least in my country, where most men were not being called upon to take arms and fight, and the general attitude to the soldiery was summed up by Kipling in Tommy.
And that thing about Challenges to Rise To always tends to be seen in a context which leads to e.g. the Battle of the Somme, rather than to being a despised Conscientious Objector, a decision which history may read entirely differently -
Which possibly links on to that thing I also saw flit past me on Twitter apropos of alt-history narratives which allow the viewer to believe that they would be The Resistance, which reminded me of that nasty piece of work Jimmy Porter in Look Back in Anger going 'where are the good brave causes?', and really, one can think of a few relevant to the 1950s, not to mention, we do not, ourselves, envisage J Porter going off to Spain in the 30s.
And the whole notion of Heroic Actions and somehow, not here, not now.
And I thought, did not my beloved Dame Rebecca say somewhat to this point in Black Lamb and Grey Falcon, and while this has the rhetorical universalisation and generalisation to which she was (alas) prone, it does seem relevant to this notion of some kind of masculine Rite de Passage:
All men believe that some day they will do something supremely disagreeable, and that afterwards life will move on so exalted a plane that all considerations of the agreeable and disagreeable will prove petty and superfluous.
As opposed to, persistently beavering away at the moderately disagreeable in the hopes that it might become a little more agreeable.
Dear readers, I have recently completed what I suppose, length-wise, amounts to a novella, i.e. long enough that I will be posting it in instalments.
It is set some 20+ years after Clorinda renounced writing her memoirs.
Content warnings: some character deaths, atypical behaviour while in the throes of bereavement, startling and unexpected revelations.
But some answers to questions about 'what happened to - ?'.
First episode coming shortly.
ANYWAY, before all that excitement, when I first called up my rec tag shortlist, I realized I had over a dozen that were either Avengers/Captain America or Wonder Woman related (or, in one case, both), so I decided to run with those and give them their own list. These are heavy on the Steve, Bucky, and Diana, not surprisingly, along with two from Antiope's POV. Also features significant appearances by Peggy, Tony, Pepper, Pietro, Wanda, Steve [Trevor], Donna Noble, and Bruce Wayne. Mostly fics as usual but one exceptional vid and a serendipitous art experiment also made their way in. There's 13 recs all together and the rec notes were written in order but you can, of course, pick and choose as you like. <3
( Onward to the Recs! )
Monday night was my regular biweekly rpg night- we're questing in the Crimea for a lost Eastern Orthodox monastery rumored to have a mystical weapon capable of holding back the apocalypse. My favorite dialogue exchange of the night.
Me: We're searching for the daggers.
NPC Priest: So you're... treasure hunters?
Me: Well... technically, I guess. But we're ethical treasure hunters. We believe in catch and release!
The session ended on a cliffhanger with the sword wielding cultist lackey about to detonate a dynamite vest just outside the entrance to the monastery.
Later in the week, I'm supposed to get a drink with the daughter of one of my father's co-workers. My father didn't exactly do a great job selling the shidduch. It's better than the time all I was furnished was my potential date's height, but I'm not entirely sure on what basis my dad thinks we'll be compatible other than his desire for grandchildren. But whatever, I'm at the point where I'll consider any suggestion if it seems to come from a well-meaning place. There's little harm in going out for a drink.
And next week gets exciting. I fly to Chicago for Vividcon a week from Thursday. I'll be modding a panel on vidding jazz music, premiering a vid, and looking forward to lots of fun hanging out. Sunday I fly Chicago->New York->Amsterdam->Helsinki and then I'll have a couple days of exploring the city on my own before Worldcon. I don't really know what I'm going to be doing at Worldcon other than the usual, I haven't really given it much thought. I skimmed the panels but didn't see anything all that exciting. I'm sure there'll be entertaining things to do and the Hugos should be a blast, but mostly I'm going to Worldcon because I'm excited about Helsinki and because it's a place I go just to hang out with SF fans from all over the world. My parents don't understand this. My mother, whose ideas about cons all come from TV, grills me about whether I'm going to be wearing a costume, and which famous people I'm going to see, and seems disappointed when I tell her it's mostly just about hanging out and talking scifi. But whatever.
I'm also hoping at Vividcon to pass out discs for Vid Roulette. A while back at Dollar Tree there were a bunch of DVD multipacks on sale for a dollar a piece and I bought three or four. Each multipack has several DVDs in it and each disc has several movies, and most of the movies look terrible. I feel like it could be fun to randomly distribute the DVDs to vidders, sight unseen, and see what vid they can make from their randomly assigned disc. Hopefully I'll get participation for that.
Also I went to the usual computer shop and discovered mostly what they don't sell and can't help me with, but also what they can. And I bought another stick to store all my other sticks on, or maybe to be the one that goes in the TV. They only had one at the size I wanted, so, shall go back later.
And then went through the supermarket to try and buy disposable plates for a backup plan for if the dishwasher is too slow. Only very small quantities per money in there, shall try another shop later. Did get microwave chips though, so those will be nice.
And then mum helped me go through the box of Things To Go, and took them away. She has the knowing of charity shops and so forth. I'm annoyed one of my new shirts is To Go, but it turned me black and came off in bits, so that's gone for cloth rubbish. And one of my nice skirts went for charity, because I realised I hadn't worn it except at that one Buffy convention when Buffy was still on. It can be nice for someone who actually wears skirts.
And all this on Cleaner Day. Which also happened successfully.
Difficult day of steady progress.
So now I have 210yd of the fuzzy blues and 180yd of the smooth blue-blacks, and indeed 210yd is not enough to make a shawl out of. Not even a shawlette, Ravelry assures me. And I'm totally blanking on what I could do that 180yd or 210yd of bulky yarn is enough for.
This book contains serious triggers for rape and child abuse, both of which are referenced below the cut.
( I need to discuss this book with somebody (spoilers) )
And yes, even if you called before - call again.