I ride public transportation a lot, and walk, and spend far too much time on the internet. I sew, sometimes, but spend far more time thinking about sewing. I have an unhealthy obsession with lots of things that I can't afford, which is just about everything except food right now because my job doesn't give me a lot of hours—which at least means I have a lot of free time.
For these reasons, and many more, I started a tumblr.
Ugh Ugh Ugh
So, a federal judge declared Utah’s gay marriage ban unconstitutional, as you’ve probably heard. Awesome! I don’t expect it to last but at least for now everyone who wants (In Salt Lake anyway–a lot of the other county offices are refusing to open) can get married and fuck everybody else.
So far my Facebook page has been full of celebratory people and the haters/Mormons have been mostly silent, but they’re starting to come out of the woodwork now. Lots of “We love you and think you should be treated like people–celibate, lonely people.” Some girl I worked with 4 or 5 years ago actually said she felt “violated” by the court decision. Violated! Christ, how about you try living in a world where everyone around you is trying to ensure that you remain a second class citizen and then tell me how violated you feel.
Seriously tempted to tell these people how hypocritical and horrible they are, but I’m sure none of them remember me so it would be pretty pointless. Going to a wedding reception on Friday, though–I’ll have to check in with everybody and see how their traditional marriages are holding up under the stress.
We are very sorry to hear of Peter O’Toole’s death, particularly coming so soon after the National’s 50th anniversary prompted widespread recollection of his memorable performance as Hamlet in the NT’s opening production at the Old Vic in 1963.
If I had a time machine I’d probably just use it to see famous productions of Shakespeare plays (Dr Who would be so disappointed in me).
white shirt under camosile
I might have a wedding reception to go to while I’m home for Christmas break. Yay?
(Actually I’m kind of psyched because I’ve missed all the others I’ve been invited to. Will it be awkward? Hell yes, but hopefully it’ll prevent me from being tempted by any future high school reunions.)
Anonymous asked: I love The Song of Ice and Fire series...what other fantasy series can you recommend to a reader new to the genre?
Oh, gentle reader! This is the sort of question that gives Molly and Jenn many feels.
If we can say so without being obvious, please, go forth and Lord of the Rings-ify yourself. (It’s totally ok to skim the songs and the parts with all the walking, but if you love Martin’s descriptions of everything, well, Middle Earth is a good place to visit.)
For an epic, sweeping story arc, look to Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series (first in the series is The Eye of the World).
For non-medieval-European-fantasy full of magic and violence and lovely imagery, pick up N.K. Jemisin; start with The Killing Moon.
For super-sexy, super-political alternate medieval Europe, try Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel series (Kushiel’s Dart).
For intrigue and dragons and bastard sons and conniving royalty and unforgettable characters, you cannot go wrong with Robin Hobb (start with Assassin’s Apprentice).
Ursula K. Le Guin’s Earthsea books are not at all like GRRM’s books, but they are astonishing, vital, mythical fantasy reading.
If that is not enough to start, we can also talk about Tad Williams, Melanie Rawn, Jo Clayton, Patricia Kenneally, Raymond Feist, David Eddings, and a whole lot more. But these should get you started!
(We would now like to curl up with some hot cocoa and a big fantasy tome ourselves.)
*dons bookseller beanie; tightens strap; spins propeller*
David Anthony Durham’s Acacia series will be particularly satisfying to GRRRRRRRRRRMartin fans. It’s incredibly similar, easily as politically astute, just as willing to break your heart and, shock of shocks, features PoC characters.
Also the Engineer Trilogy by K.J. Parker, the protagonist of which is maybe not the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.
Of course, above all, I’d like these readers to be discovering Delany’s utterly magnificent Neveryon books. They are the pinnacle of what High Fantasy can be and do. Unsurpassed. Truly.
And if Martin readers would like to have their minds blown wide fucking open, try M. John Harrison’s Viriconium books.
Oh hey, so, I like this stuff. Can you tell?
A+ fantasy recs, everyone, if you are curious.
Keeping this around for future reference.