I was home today where I managed to finish up a couple of kino scenes and that last pesky interludee before the big climactic blow-out that concludes my short story. If all goes well (which it rarely ever does) I can have a completed first draft by month’s end.
In an effort to make my home more secure, I brought in an ironworks specialist to look the place over and give me an estimate on some tasteful grill and gate creations. While it would admittedly be easier to simply drop a giant birdcage over the whole place and have done with it, people tell me this is not a viable option. Of course, these are the same people who told me I couldn’t electrify the fence or paint the doorknobs with a highly corrosive substance. So, really, what do they know?
While surfing the web today, I came across a restaurant review of a local restaurant. What was interesting was not so much the review (which, truth be told, wasn’t interesting at all) but some of the comments it engendered, particularly with regard to the food critics ordering of foie gras. One outraged individual wrote: “My diet this week included eating fresh Halibut and Alaskan King Crab…[…] I would not touch food from a kitchen that serves fois gras, as I believe it is the product of torture.” To which I responded: “Well then enjoy that crab, you hypocritical sadist you: http://www.livescience.com/animals/090327-crabs-feel-pain.html ”. For a less hysterical, more levelheaded take on the touchy subject, check out: http://www.incanto.biz/letters_-_shock_and_foie.html.
Speaking of which – my hometown of Montreal is foie central and my sister recently attended a Cabane a Sucre Au Pied de Cochon (basically a sugar shack hosted by the restaurant). She sent me pictures to show me what I’d missed (and to really rub it in). Check them out above along with her accompanying commentary.
Hey, here’s something interesting. Following the season finale of HBO’s Big Love, some members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints complained that the episode showed a secret Mormon ritual. Ironically, by complaining about the show, they drew attention to said ritual and, as a result, cast far more light on it than its initial depiction on Big Love. On the other hand, following a recent South Par episode in which the gang mercilessly mocked the Jonas Brothers, Disney, and Mickey Mouse in particular, the notoriously litigious Disney Company remained surprisingly silent about the whole affair, thereby not drawing further attention to the episode. Which brings me to a recent SFSignal link to a story concerning a Massachusett’s Superior Court judge dismissing a lawsuit filed by something called the Literary Agency Group against the Writers Beware website for alleged defamation. Intrigued, I checked out the Writers Beware website and learned that it’s a publishing industry watchdog group sponsored by Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA) that “conducts a variety of activities revolving around the effort to raise awareness of the prevalence of literary fraud.” All you up and coming writers would be well-served by checking them out yourselves: http://www.sfwa.org/beware/
Well, that’s it for me today. Aside from that weird shooting pain I keep experiencing behind my left ear at the base of my skull. As is often the case when I experience mystery pain, I’m assuming it’s the result of something I either pulled, twisted, or aggravated while working out.
Today’s blog entry is dedicated to our friends in North Dakota dealing with the Red River threat.