Paul Raven @ 08-01-2008
Besides actually sitting down and, you know, writing (which is the bit I always struggle with), there’s no precise science to getting science fiction stories published. over at Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show, Carol Pinchefsky asks how much value networking has in the tight-knit international community of sf writers and editors.
Meanwhile, Jeff VanderMeer has the inside dope - all the successful genre writers are on drugs!*
[* In case it isn't absolutely clear, both Mr VanderMeer and I are joking, OK? Joking. No lawsuits required. KTHXBAI.]
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Paul Raven @ 19-09-2007
A Spiderman impersonator got himself arrested and fined for a breach of the peace at Scotland’s "T in the Park" music festival for clambering up a 30-foot speaker rig during the headline act’s set. Feel free to provide your own punchline in the comments … [via ForbiddenPlanet][Image by Spojení]
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Jeremy Lyon @ 30-03-2006
Vincent VanAllen’s new story is an absurdist poke in the eye for egotistical super-parents.
The Baby Window
by Vincent VanAllen
Journal of Prenatal Psychology & Health
2016 Jul;105(1):44-57.
Artificially accelerated fetal development in Homo sapiens: what is the role of the baby window?
Authors: Ripley R.C., Hess N.J.
I. IMPLANTATION: The search for a guinea pig
Child psychologist Norman Hess clasped his hands and dropped to a knee. “Angela, please. Just think about watching our baby grow inside your womb, right before our eyes!”
“It doesn’t seem safe,” Angela said. She was six weeks pregnant with their first child, and already Norman insisted on treating the baby like another one of his lab experiments. “What if there’s an infection or something? I don’t know. It just seems so unnatural.” Continue reading “THE BABY WINDOW by Vincent VanAllen”
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Jeremy Lyon @ 28-02-2006
“The Jiminy Device” from Lisa Mantchev is a delightfully snarky satire of celebrity taken to its logical (and entourage-encrusted) extreme.
The Jiminy Device
by Lisa Mantchev
“What do you mean you’re leaving?”
Shock and disbelief clouded London’s brow (despite the neurotoxin injections) as she stared at her lover. Marcel only shrugged. When one of his people scribbled a note and handed it to him, he read it cold.
“We’re drifting apart. It’s not you, it’s me.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and glared at the hapless scriptwriter. She withered visibly behind her cheap haircut. “This is what I pay you for?” He shook his head and his stylist adjusted the tousled locks with a comb.
London sniffed, trying to muster some tears. Her special effects guy produced a squirt bottle of saline when she couldn’t quite manage it on her own. Her personal trainer (Tony… or was it Toby?) glared at Marcel. “You can’t leave me. I’m an heiress for god’s sake. I’m leaving you.”
Neil and Susanna, their respective PR generals, glowered at each other. Index fingers hovered over cell phones, ready to speed-dial the Associated Press. Continue reading “THE JIMINY DEVICE by Lisa Mantchev”
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