May 4, 2016
I tried to figure out what to post today, then I looked at the calendar.
It’s Star Wars Day!
I’m not entirely sure when this became a thing, but I’m really glad that it’s a thing!
Star Wars stuff in my life right now: comic books. I read #1 of Poe Dameron, which takes place right before The Force Awakens, and it’s okay. Sort of like Rogue Squadron lite. But the real surprise was the C-3PO comic, which I would not have picked up except it’s by James Robinson and Tony Harris. My beloved Starman Robinson and Harris! Well played, Marvel, well played! It’s the story of how C-3PO got that red arm and it’s kind of adorable. Not deep, just a one-off, one-issue adventure. Nice, you know? I’ve also been informed that I would probably really like the Chewbacca comic so that’s next on the list.
I got to thinking about the prequels again. (I know, I know, I’m supposed to stop that.) I’m wondering if Star Wars stories are inherently about underdogs triumphing over impossible odds. Like, if those stories and that tone are an inherent part of the Star Wars universe. But the prequels — that’s the story of the fall of the establishment. The characters aren’t underdogs, they’re authority figures. It’s the classic Greek-style tragedy of pride and hubris and a fatal flaw undermining the whole culture.
Is that kind of story inherently in opposition to the feel of the Star Wars universe? I’m not sure. But I’m not entirely sure the prequels are aware that they’re Greek tragedy, and so are kind of doomed. Ironically enough.
Back later, I have comics to read.
May 2, 2016
I got the new Eddie Bauer catalog and opened it up and there’s a picture of Ryan Reynolds planting a tree. I guess they’re launching a forestry charity and he’s their spokes-celebrity.
But I just kept staring at that picture. Ryan Reynolds, very seriously planting a tree.
It was unexpectedly, weirdly, kinda hot. Like, I can’t stop looking at it. Like, what is happening, is this like pinups for outdoorsy girls or something? Did they know that when they were doing the photo shoot? It’s just like totally normal Ryan Reynolds. Not even dressed sexy. He’s in a freaking parka. Planting a tree.
April 22, 2016
It’s like something in the universe decided Planet Earth had too much glam, and 2016 is the year the ledger got balanced.
FYI: In the Kitty universe, it’s totally, totally canon that Prince and the Revolution are Fae. Prince just went back Underhill. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
April 20, 2016
Short post today — I spent the morning taking a friend to meet the folk at Ildanach Studio to learn about metal casting. Fun time, watching everybody geek out about historical metalworking, experimental archeology, and restoration.
I’m also thinking of dropping the blogging to twice a week instead of three times a week. Been having just a bit of trouble keeping up with it the last month or so and that might take some of the pressure off.
Movie reviews will continue — I already have tickets to CA: Civil War. Hmmm……
April 18, 2016
I gotta get this off my chest:
So The Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl have all made passing references to Opal City now. This is a DC universe thing. Each hero has their own city, right? Batman is Gotham, Superman is Metropolis, Arrow is Starling City, Flash is Central City (which is nothing like Central City, Colorado, alas), and so on.
Opal City is home to Starman.
The only superhero comic I ever followed with any sort of devotion, that I actually own the first 60 or so issues of, was the 1990’s run of Starman by James Robinson and Tony Harris. I picked up the comic because the art was beautiful — art nouveau and art deco inspired, streamlined and colorful. Basically, completely different than the hyper-steroidal messy/gritty Leifeld-style art in every other comic at the time. And the story was great: Jack Knight is the younger son of Ted Knight, who in the Golden Age was Starman. Ted is an old man now, and he really wants Jack to take up the cosmic staff and become the next Starman. (Me, interested in families of superheroes and the generational issues involved? Who knew!) Jack runs an antique store/junk shop. He doesn’t really want to be a superhero. Until he does.
At this point, after this many references to Opal City on the TV shows, I am desperate for more allusions to the Robinson Starman run. Like, I am agonized for them. I mean, we don’t actually have to go to Opal City (though that would be awesome). I don’t necessarily need Starman himself (Jack or Ted) to make an appearance (though that would be AMAZING). But I want something. A character stops by an antique store run by a punk-looking guy named Jack. Star Labs consults a gray-haired physicist named Ted Knight. A mere glimpse of the cosmic staff in someone’s stash, in a box with a return address of Opal City. I want my own personal Starman easter egg, with a big sign saying HERE YOU GO, CARRIE, ENJOY.
(Apparently, Robinson has a great deal of control over what gets done with Jack Knight/Starman, which means I’ll probably never get that easter egg. But I live in hope.)
April 1, 2016
The quest to completely learn to knit continues. Behold, I have knitted a pair of socks!
There are some mistakes and things I would change, but I’m not going to point them out. The important thing is — socks! There are knitters who only ever knit socks. It took me years to finally work up to it. But I have done it.
And I will probably do it again.
March 7, 2016
I’ve just gotten back from a trip — I spent a few days at Lake Quinault in Washington at the Rainforest Writers Retreat. I got quite a bit of writing done — 7500 words on the new novel. Did not get quite as much hiking done as I wanted — it rained probably 80% of the time. Which I expected, so ah well. They don’t call it a rainforest for nothing. But it just so happened the window of my room overlooked the lake and some of the water birds obligingly hung out nearby so I could get a good look at them.
One of these moments made me feel like I actually knew what I was doing as a birdwatcher. It was kind of a birdwatching conundrum, if you will. There was a small flock of four duck-like birds hanging out on the water. Two of them had light bodies and dark heads, two of them were brown. Two different species. However, three of the birds were one species and one of them was a different species. So what was going on?
Three of the birds were common mergansers, two female — the two brown birds — and one was male — light body, dark head.
The fourth bird, also with a light body and dark head, was a lesser scaup.
I realize this is a super high level of nerdiness, but I was just so pleased with myself for sorting out the flock and confidently ID-ing them all.
I’ll try to post pictures from the weekend later on. The Olympic National Forest and Park really are magnificent. I’d never been and I want to go back, and get out to the coast, which I didn’t do this time.