So this week I’ve been reading The Complete Midshipman Bolitho, by Alexander Kent, which is an omnibus of three short novels about Richard Bolitho and his adventures in the Royal Navy.
You’re gonna need a bigger boat.
I keep wanting to call him Midshipman Bolingo, but that is something completely different.
So seeing as it’s been quite a while since I reached into my vast pile of rejection (and occasional acceptance) letters, and we haven’t had many amusing movie-related interactions* here lately, I thought it might be time to dredge up an ancient rejection letter. Random.org said I should choose this one, from Science Fiction Age:
So this week, and given its size, probably for a few more weeks, I’ve been reading Seveneves, an apocalyptic doorstopper of a novel by Neal Stephenson. Of course, “doorstopper of a novel” and “Neal Stephenson” do tend to go together; this particular one, if I shook it out of my eReader onto a stack of paper, would add up to about 900 pages, or about the same length of the original Shards before I split it into two parts, which I did because nobody is going to cough up $17.99 $11.99 (the current price of Seveneves) for an eBook by me …
Is it my imagination or did the moon just explode?
So this week I’m reading Ticker, by Lisa Mantchev, another in a recent series of steampunk novels that I’ve accumulated over the last few years that have suddenly percolated to the top of the list. Evidently my random novel selection process has decided that the shelf for this genre needs to be thinned out.
A girldog with a clockwork heart must make every second count.
So this week we started watching the film “Midnight Special“, in which a little boy goes on a fun road trip with his dad and his dad’s friend. Or something like that.
It’s probably not a surprise to anyone that I’ve been watching BBC’s “Orphan Black” since the first episode. “Orphan Black” is, of course, a show about a vast conspiracy to create, monitor, monetize, and sometimes terminate human clones, which is totally up my alley, right?
I see a sheep … and horsies … and a butterfly … and Tatiana Maslany … and Tatiana Maslany … and Tatiana Maslany … and …
So this week we’ve been watching “Jurassic World“, in which things get a little out of hand at the Wild Animal ParkSafari ParkJurassic Park Jurassic World theme park, a lovely place which looks like someone put the Safari Park and Sea World together in a tumbler, shook it up, and poured the resulting slurry out into a Hawaiian valley. The cause of the chaos this time is not a hurricane or corporate espionage, but rather, some overly ambitious genetic engineering combined with generally poor animal husbandry and a door that could maybe have been reinforced a little better. This all leads up to a designersaurus that’s much smarter and more versatile than it should be, which uses its mad skilz to escape its enclosure and go marauding. Hilarity ensues. And by “hilarity” I mean “lots of people getting eaten by dinosaurs”.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.* *Does not apply to Chris Pratt or Bryce Dallas Howard