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Current Music: Peter Gabriel - Down to Earth
Sarah Palin is John McCain's pick for the Vice President of the United States. Now, you can help him vet her for the job!
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So. Barack Obama.
It's gonna be a hell of a fight, because McCain and the GOP braintrust won't go down quietly and they'll play as mean and dirty as they can. But I think he's gonna do it. I think he's gonna be President.
This feeling of "shit, maybe we aren't irrevocably fucked" is strange and offputting. But on the whole, I think I could get used to this thing they call hope.
This is a story all about how my life got turned right upside d-
*whack!*
Okay, I'll stop now. Sorry. Anyway, this is a Fenspace story. It's part of a larger story, but it's self-contained enough that I think you (the poor, gullible non-Fenspace LJ reader) should be able to follow it. It also contains cameos of various unusual persons. You know who you are, and you can complain in comments. --Mal
( In which our heroine enters a new world, we learn the dangers of mediaphilic AI, and a job offer is made. )
[notation of continued engeezerment]
[obscenity]
[...leaves for Worldcon]
This is... well, it's different. I was aiming for a hundred different goals and I've no idea how many I hit. This is an odd little character sketch based on some of my weirder speculations regarding the inner life of sapient machinery. Enjoy.
( A beginning is a very delicate time... )
My iPod just rickrolled me. :(
That is all.
Not exactly a review of the new movie, but it's the first thing that popped into my head other than "wow!" --Mal
This is a little ditty I put together for Fenspace!, then decided it was way too outre for prime time, as it were. So, outside of a restricted part of FenWiki and here, this one hasn't seen a wider audience. I'm only posting it here because a) it's kind of interesting, in a trainwreck sort of way, and b) I feel a need to start using this LJ more often.
So, with that in mind I give you instructions on How To Build a Battlestar Galactica (new version) / Fenspace Crossover Story Without Ruining The Metafictional Appeal.
INGREDIENTS:
* One as-ordered copy of Fenspace!
* An incomplete understanding of FTL physics
* The Galactican faction (for those not up on Fenspace jargon, these are the collected Battlestar Galactica fan clubs acting as a quasi-national government In Space)
* A nasty sense of irony
( “Karl Marx once said that history repeats itself, first as tragedy and then as farce. Sometimes though, it's the other way around.” )
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On further reflection, while my vehicular angst is no doubt entertaining to some of you heartless jackals (Hi, Lindsay!), I should leave you on something of a lighter note. So here's a little story from Fenspace.
( One should always take care in choice of words... )
Hell of a way to update after a couple months incommunicado, but oh well.
So I got in an accident this afternoon on my way home from work. Rocket scientist pulled out in front of oncoming traffic (me) and I barely managed to keep from caving in his passenger side doors. As it was, I clipped his rear side panel and I'm down a headlamp, turn signal & the right corner of my bumper's now attached by duct tape. So I'm kinda in a pissy mood, and expect to be in one for the rest of the week.
Ah well, nobody was hurt and insurance will eventually take care of everything.
The best answer to "what if you're wrong about Hell?" I've ever seen an atheist give.
Every mural of damnation I've ever seen has a line of sinners walking placidly towards the fire where some angel pushes them in. The thing is, ruthlessness and cunning are two things that will probably be over-represented in the population of Hell and, when I find myself in that pit of fire and shadow, I'll probably be in line next to a few pissed-off vikings who were expecting meat and beer, some Persian raiders who were expecting virgins, some angry commandos or generalswho are thinking "Comrade don't play dat," and plenty of plain folks who had the misfortune of not hearing about Jesus and his masochism because he decided to make belief in that compulsory and unavailable to them at the same time.
That's when we get our thug on.
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aris_tgd And the sound you hear in the background is a million slashfic writers crying out in joy.
No JU4 notes, but here's a little bit of Mal backstory to keep you entertained.
And here we go again, because I cannot leave well enough alone.
In Part 1 I rambled at length about the bare-bones of the JU4 setting and what that was supposed to mean. In this installment I continue to ramble, and hopefully actually start to get somewhere resembling an interesting setting.
( Round 2! Fight! )
Revisiting older projects: The Jihad Universe 4
Taking a short break from Fenspace, so if this concept bores you go check out Fenspace. It's got lots of neat stuff in it, I promise.
Anyway, this was something I dreamed up around 2005ish as a variant continuation of the Jihad Universe. At the time I was hip deep in the (not abandoned, only dormant) Jihad Universe 3 project, the future of which is outlined roughly in my AEGIS of Stars worldbuilding setting.
JU3 is nice. It's a strong work, even unfinished as it is, and I like it. But I never really imagined it to be the end-all of the Jihad Universe (even though as the group drifts back into somnolescene it may very well happen). Back when enthusiasm was high for the JU in general, my original plan was to have JU3, then a series of alternates where the situation diverged into different settings, in order to increase the appeal of the concept.
(This doesn't include JUR, incidentally. JUR/Pridwen is a reboot of the Jihad concept, taking it back to first principles and building up. The JU# settings I had planned would start from the Jihad Universe timeline as written down in the worldbook and diverge from that point.)
That said, on a whim the other day I went back and took a look at some of my notes for the Jihad Universe 4. This was a High Space Opera setting based on the Jihad Universe. The original notes were a bit sparse, to say the least, and some of the ideas I've cooled on since the time I first put these down. Still, there's potential here, and so I'm going back and seeing what can be salvaged.
( Blasphemous thoughts below the fold. )
So last weekend was a con weekend, Nan Desu Kan 2007. NDK is always fun, even if I show up on Friday in a pissy mood I always manage to have a good time there.
Anyway, I'm sitting in main events on Sunday, just having idle conversation with this little teenybopper while waiting for the next even, and the subject of cons comes up. She'd been to ACen (and didn't think much of it) and asked me about the local con scene. I told her what I knew and said something like "..and I've been going to cons in the Denver area since, oh, around 1990."
She nods and says "Yeah, so that'd be the year before I was born."
Old Mal is oooooooollllllllllllld.
Be sure to wallow in fear and misery as demanded by your overlords! And shop - shopping stops The Terrorists!
Is this callous? Maybe. Insensitive? You betcha. Do I care? Not as such.
..and that's all I really have to say on the subject.
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