I’m going away to finish this book. I have a lot of work to do. Luckily, as of this morning I feel energized to do it. For too long I had been languishing, fretting, freaking. Then I spent yesterday with a rather large cephalopod watching Fullmetal Alchemist. (Because that’s our life: we write and read […]
If you read the revamped BoingBoing today, you’ve already seen this. Personally, it reminds me of both Shel Silverstein’s The Missing Piece and that old Paxil commercial with the sad little onigiri/lump thing that rolled along until it found a SSRI that did good spam filtering on its serotonin. Funktionide Part II from eltopo on
He steered them past expensive kitchen shops and the dark, hollow spaces where bookstores used to be, and nearly lost him in front of a brightly lit yoga studio pumping trance out its open door. In the window, human women dipped toward the floor, lifted themselves up on trembling forearms, and balanced there as they
I’ve gotten a big chunk of The Von Neumann Wives finished. Enough to show it to some (very patient) people, namely Dave and Caitlin. Here’s a clip: “Leave me alone!” Amy pressed herself up against the wall. Her fingers, for some reason, were still in her ears. She was crying. They were staring. “I’m sorry,
I’m about to write about robots entering a Costco. The nice thing about writing my robots is that they can actually move like this: Also, I have things to do today. So “Now Get Busy” is my new theme song for a bit. And yes I got a plan I’m a carry out it Yes
I was raised Catholic. I should know the answer to this. But somehow it just never came up, in catechism. If you asked me what various theologians would have to say on the issue, I might be able to speculate (Augustine would likely say no, on the grounds that robots have no soul to save;
“Do you remember your bad dream, from this morning?” “…No. No, wait, yes I do. I dreamed you were a robot. A Von Neumann!” “That’s right. You were shaking all over, and you kept saying, ‘They’re taking over! They’re taking over!’ I reached over to wake you up, and you were terrified of me.” A pause.
I had a good weekend. It involved learning Japanese, visiting The ROM, and learning how to play Crokinole from Karl Schroeder, who is enough of a crack shot that he can manipulate the board such that you might feel a little bit better about your total lack of hand-eye coordination, until you realise what he’s
Today while writing about my VN, I realised I would have to dismiss a cool-but-unlikely feature. It’s the kind of feature that would have looked great on film but bad on paper — the sort of thing one of my workshop members calls “The Refrigerator Problem”: namely, a plot device whose problematic elements don’t occur
I’ve been turning something over in my mind regarding my VN, having effectively written myself into a corner with a nasty combination of too much exposition and a need to have my characters separate for plot purposes. Honestly, I was about to solve this problem with a college co-ed shower scene. No, really. I was.