The thing to do on Twitter yesterday seemed to be pasting your prose into this analyzator tool called I Write Like to see which famous author it matched you up with.
I decided to approach this somewhat scientifically and I selected three samples of my fiction writing as well as three samples of my nonfiction writing, and see what came up.
Well, for my fiction I got:
I wrote a post earlier this week on acceptance, a virtue that I believe is a necessary facet of geekdom, the Golden Rule, the Prime Directive even. Yet I imagine there are some trolly geeks out there who are thinking that acceptance = you must listen my horrid bigotry disguised as “opinion” until I have worked up a lather and left a trail of boiling troll froth all over your blog.
Yeah, no.
Acceptance has more nuance than most people realize, and I think that it deserves further exploration if only so that I don’t have type the phrase “boiling troll froth” ever again.
After I posted about my first comic con yesterday, I tweeted a link to the post out into the Twittersphere. Not even thirty seconds later, this popped up in Tweetdeck.
RT @assortedchaos: I went to my first comic con this weekend. Won’t be my last, that’s for darn sure. ow.ly/lSsvA // Welcome!
— Tony B Kim (@Crazy4ComicCon) June 10, 2013
Picture by Pat Loika
I went to Heroes Con on Saturday, and while I have been to many literary science fiction/fantasy cons, this is the first time I ever went to a comic convention. And dang, did I ever have a culture shock.
As in I was shocked by how I never knew how wicked awesome comic con culture is. Read more
I didn’t write a post for my own blog this week (I know, shame on me, shame to the Nth degree). But I did write a guest post for a budding website called Searching for SuperWomen. Short excerpt plus a link below.
Last week, I was thrilled to open my email and find that a local comic book shop was throwing a party for the new comic series featuring a kick-ass, all-female X-men team. At least I was until I read that the party would include free mimosas and free copies of the comic just “for the ladies.”
First thought: When did this comics shop become a dive bar?
Find out how my encounter with the comics shop ended here.
I also plan to share soon how my writing is progressing with The Magic Spreadsheet (hint: pretty darn well). Some other musings, perhaps my thoughts on the Red Wedding, now that everyone else in America now knows why every geek’s copy of A Storm of Swords has pages torn out of it. Or at the very least dent marks from being heaved across the room in frustration.
Anyhoo, happy Friday y’all.
I don’t know if this counts as a library because at libraries, you’re required to return the books. And most libraries I go to believe in the honor system about as much as an atheist believes in God. But this is still a neat idea, and it certainly makes the empty newspaper bins on Franklin Street a little less depressing.
Whoever created this little ray of literary hope, more power to you!
My whole body feels like it’s been injected with weary serum. It’s clogging up my muscle fibers and clinging to my bones, dragging me toward unconsciousness as I type this post.
That’s exhaustion only a con can produce, and considering that Balticon is one day longer than your average con, I’m feeling even more “le tired” than usual.
Still, I wanted to write this post because I haven’t been very consistent about posting to this blog lately. So I figured that I owed y’all a peak into the chaos of my mind.
What happened is that I misplaced my Awesome.
Sars Bunting over at Tomato Nation runs the type of blog contest that I aspire to host. Every year, she and her readers pull together to raise bags of money for Donors Choose, one of the worthiest of worthy charities.
The deal is that you go to the contest page, pick a project to support, chip in a few bucks, then shoot your receipt to Sars for a chance to win a prize from the prize page. More details about the process can be found here.
The goal is $50,000, and the Tomato Nation posse is more than halfway to meeting that goal. The final push is today, and you may look at the number and say, naw, they’ll never get there. But I’ve seen the Tomato Nation crowd raise over 10K in one day. Do not underestimate this crowd of fruit fancying TV junkies.
Whether it’s $1 or $100, every bit matters. So get in there, and give what you can.
(In other news: I know things have been quiet around here, but I never did promise y’all consistency, did I? Point is, I’m not dead. The blog’s not dead. I’m just figuring things out. DO stay tuned.)
I didn’t have high expectations when I went to see Iron Man 3. After polling my friends, about half really liked it and half just shrugged their shoulders and said, “Eh.”
Now I think I fall squarely in the “Eh” crowd, only I got a little peeved about Pepper Pott’s role in the story.
If you want to shield yourself from spoilers, now’s the time to summon your suit of armor, step inside it, and cut off all connection to the outside world. The ending of this film needs discussing.
There was an interview with Brian K. Vaughan yesterday for a SuperMOOC course on gender in comics that I’ve been keeping tabs on. For those of you who aren’t aware, BKV is the author of Saga, which is a comic gushing with so much awesome I’m surprised it hasn’t flooded comic shops nationwide. My respect for BKV knows no bounds.
I tossed a question in via Twitter, not expecting a reply at all because there were so many thoughtful questions being asked. I put my headphones on and started tackling some boring re-formatting tasks, thus justifying why I allowed myself to tune into this interview at work.
