I did a post on brains for Searching for Superwomen today. If you’re expecting a diatribe on the various merits of zombie films, then this isn’t the post for you. But if you’re open to a discussion on diversity by way of zombies and flavored brains, then by all means, click the link below.
When It Comes to Diversity, Brains Matter Too
In other news, tomorrow I will reveal my decision on whether I intend to attend my high school reunion. It’ll be approximately ONE day before the deadline for buying tickets. What can I say, I like to live dangerously. Also, there will be pictures of grocery bags–with a cat in them. I’ll allow you to twist like laundry in the wind trying to guess which one of them it is.
Anyhoo, back to Monday. I got work to do.
I did another post for Searching for Superwomen. I’m not 100% confident that the argument came out as coherently as I did in my head. Plus, my mind hooked onto the fruit thing and possibly ran with it farther than a metaphor should go. The upside is that more people will be exposed to the excellent nerdy artwork of Ursula Vernon. By the way, she sells pins of that freaky pear that is featured in the post.
You ask, “What freaky pear?”
I say, “Check out the blog post.”
“Oh,” You will say. “That IS a freaky pear…”
I’m still wiped from North American Discworld Convention. Terry Pratchett fans are a special kind of crazy. All who consider attempting to keep up with their consumption of scumble better be prepared for an epic hangover. (Which I didn’t experience because I may be crazy, but I’m no Bloody Stupid Johnson.)
The one brilliant thing they did though was they brought in two awesome therapists to offer massages for $1 per minute in the dealer’s room. ALL CONS ON EARTH SHOULD STEAL THIS BRILLIANCE AND COPY IT POST HASTE. Because having someone work the knots out of my loweerback after a whole day of walking and being a programming gopher is not just wicked awesome, it is BEYOND wicked awesome.
I will likely write a more detailed review later. In the mean time, I had a post on Faora, one of the most bad-ass Superman villains ever, go live on Searching for Super Women yesterday. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, please DO go check it out.
The only other thing I have to report is that I successfully wrote every day during the con. I wound up writing at 1 AM twice whilst still recuperating from drinks at the bar, so there’s a higher than average chance I’ll be throwing a good chunk of those words out. As long as they don’t breed like fruit flies in my trash can, I’m totally fine with that.
Okay, that’s all I got. Carry on with your business folks. Carry on.