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greygirlbeastYesterday, I did 1,282 words on The Dinosaurs of Mars, which brought me to the end of the second section of the story, "The Survivor." I'm actually considering placing a sort of disclaimer at the front of this book, something like this —
WARNING! This is strictly a work of fiction, and therefore should be regarded as fantasy, not an attempt to forecast some possible human future. The events in this novel are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any actual future is purely coincidental. It was the sole intent of the author to write a story, a "ripping good space yarn," something fun and thoughtful and exciting about highly evolved dinosaurs inhabiting volcanic caverns on Mars — not to play Nostradamus. Take note: the author could not care less about mankind's future. If this is not the sort of book you're looking for, then you should stop NOW while there's still time. No, really. Oh, and all that stuff you've heard about "the Singularity" and ">H," that particular fantasy will not be found anywhere herein. Apologies. — CRK
Or maybe it'll just say something to the effect that I'm intentionally writing a novella that would be perfectly at home in the pages of a mid-20th Century pulp magazine. Let the critics sit and spin and write their own gorramn books. Thank you, Edgar Rice Burroughs. Thank you, Ray Bradbury.
The baby robins in the holly bush below the kitchen window fledged yesterday. There was a bit of a kerfuffle when a male cardinal tried to move in before the last robin chick was out. Spooky snagged a photo (behind the cut):
A very good walk through Freedom Park just after nightfall. There were lots of bats. Back home, my Second Life was occupied largely with real-estate speculation in New Babbage, as I'm looking to buy a couple of parcels of land so that I can begin building Hawkins' Palaeozoic Museum. I am envisioning a great glass and steel structure, not unlike the Crystal Palace. The second parcel will, I hope, become Jules Verne Park, because even Babbage needs green space. Sir Arthur and his accountant, Mr. Swindlehurst, showed me some of the ins and outs of owning land in SL. Now, I just have to find the right lots and get my virtual finances in order. Oh, and for them what might care, here's the link to Professor Nareth E. Nishi's journal, the writing of which is becoming another minor obsession of mine.
Late, we watched another episode of Firefly ("Shindig"). Then, of course, it was time for my nightly dance with Monsieur Insomnia. He had me up until about 4:30 a.m. But, in the end, two Ambien (20 mg) bought me six and a half hours sleep. Boy howdy.
Platypus says it's time to go. I am helpless to resist.
WARNING! This is strictly a work of fiction, and therefore should be regarded as fantasy, not an attempt to forecast some possible human future. The events in this novel are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any actual future is purely coincidental. It was the sole intent of the author to write a story, a "ripping good space yarn," something fun and thoughtful and exciting about highly evolved dinosaurs inhabiting volcanic caverns on Mars — not to play Nostradamus. Take note: the author could not care less about mankind's future. If this is not the sort of book you're looking for, then you should stop NOW while there's still time. No, really. Oh, and all that stuff you've heard about "the Singularity" and ">H," that particular fantasy will not be found anywhere herein. Apologies. — CRK
Or maybe it'll just say something to the effect that I'm intentionally writing a novella that would be perfectly at home in the pages of a mid-20th Century pulp magazine. Let the critics sit and spin and write their own gorramn books. Thank you, Edgar Rice Burroughs. Thank you, Ray Bradbury.
The baby robins in the holly bush below the kitchen window fledged yesterday. There was a bit of a kerfuffle when a male cardinal tried to move in before the last robin chick was out. Spooky snagged a photo (behind the cut):
A very good walk through Freedom Park just after nightfall. There were lots of bats. Back home, my Second Life was occupied largely with real-estate speculation in New Babbage, as I'm looking to buy a couple of parcels of land so that I can begin building Hawkins' Palaeozoic Museum. I am envisioning a great glass and steel structure, not unlike the Crystal Palace. The second parcel will, I hope, become Jules Verne Park, because even Babbage needs green space. Sir Arthur and his accountant, Mr. Swindlehurst, showed me some of the ins and outs of owning land in SL. Now, I just have to find the right lots and get my virtual finances in order. Oh, and for them what might care, here's the link to Professor Nareth E. Nishi's journal, the writing of which is becoming another minor obsession of mine.
Late, we watched another episode of Firefly ("Shindig"). Then, of course, it was time for my nightly dance with Monsieur Insomnia. He had me up until about 4:30 a.m. But, in the end, two Ambien (20 mg) bought me six and a half hours sleep. Boy howdy.
Platypus says it's time to go. I am helpless to resist.
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Bats
Date: 2007-07-05 05:40 pm (UTC)That made me wonder if there's any good or reliable place in the area for bat-watching -- any ideas?
Re: Bats
Date: 2007-07-05 06:46 pm (UTC)That made me wonder if there's any good or reliable place in the area for bat-watching -- any ideas?
Freedom Park, just after dark.
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Date: 2007-07-05 06:17 pm (UTC)Along with Mr. Shamfiggers, Mr. Ledgacheff, or Mr. E.M. Behsleher, that's not an encouraging name for an accountant.
I'm actually considering placing a sort of disclaimer at the front of this book...
Isn't DOM supposed to be from subpress? It seems to me that such a disclaimer would really only be necessary if the reader-consumer were more likely to be browsing in a retail setting, and perhaps unaware of your normal fare. However, if this is released on an as-ordered basis from a small publisher, I think that should mean that the average consumer is going to be more informed. Besides, there's no need to preface the reader to the (non-)pretenses of the novel because, seriously, it's called Dinosaurs of Mars!! What the hell would they think it was about?
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Date: 2007-07-05 06:45 pm (UTC)Isn't DOM supposed to be from subpress?
Yes, but that didn't spare The Dry Salvages.
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Date: 2007-07-05 06:27 pm (UTC)I think you can let the book speak for itself. And frell 'em if they don't know how to listen.
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Date: 2007-07-05 07:06 pm (UTC)Who Loves Designer Vaginas? This just in: Science and nature are mocking America's fickle God. Please, no screaming (http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/gate/a/2007/06/20/notes062007.DTL)
The birdy is adorable. I know you are supposed to leave them alone when they are learning to fly, but it is so hard, with me worrying about the neighborhood cats and all. Ah well...c'est la vie!
By the way, the last (my first) Sirenia was gorgeous. I loved Pearl's story, the more in-depth version that we got. I want, as always, more.
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Date: 2007-07-05 07:27 pm (UTC)I think you oughta do what the Coen Brothers did with Fargo; lie, right up front. Say, "THIS IS A TRUE STORY".
I like what (according to Wikipedia) Joel Coen said about it; "If an audience believes that something's based on a real event, it gives you permission to do things they might otherwise not accept."
Readers and Writers
Date: 2007-07-05 08:55 pm (UTC)The writer creates, the reader reads, and when it works out well, TWO imaginations mingle.
So if a reader doesn't like it, it's as much their fault as it is yours.
Giving the author all the blame is, well, shortsighted.
Because you need one more person's opinion:
Date: 2007-07-05 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-06 12:19 am (UTC)Second Life
Date: 2007-07-06 02:27 am (UTC)http://news.tbo.com/news/metro/MGB9B6AZO3F.html
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-06 04:02 am (UTC)http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/sku9217829/
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Date: 2007-07-07 03:07 am (UTC)Eight Likely and Unlikely Ways Life on Earth Could End (http://adventurebooks.newsvine.com/_news/2007/06/28/806986-eight-likely-and-unlikely-ways-life-on-earth-could-end)
I'm sure that you'll be quite happy to hear that the scientist who came up with the list, and gives humanity a 50% chance of biting it before the 21st century is up, listed "Major Strike by an Asteroid or Comet" first.
All hail prophet CRK!
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Date: 2007-07-07 10:22 am (UTC)I just came across this link and immediately wondered if you'd seen it
http://starbulletin.com/2007/07/05/news/story03.html