Ticked

I had a tick yesterday right on my neck. And it was there long enough that, after I rubbing alcoholed it, I still ended up with a number of weird bumps and a pink rash that ran in disturbingly straight lines.

“Look at that,” I said to the Butcher. “I’ve never had a tick bite do that before.”

“Yep,” he said, “that’s the venom.”

What the fuck? Ticks are venomous? Why, again, do we bother to wage conventional warfare? We can’t just send drones in armed with 10,000 lbs of ticks to gross out and frighten our enemies into doing what we want?

Other than that, it was a nice weekend. We tried The Pharmacy for the first time. The Butcher got this delicious-smelling beer, but it took us as long to decide what we wanted to drink as it did to decide what we wanted to eat, because they have their own soda fountain. So, yeah, you can get a Coke. But you can also get all manner of phosphates and they had this thing that was orange and vanilla creme and bubbles that I almost got, but when the Butcher said “I’m having something with malt,” I immediately only wanted a chocolate malt, so that’s what I had.

Then we went to the Frist and saw the “Monsters, Fairytales, and the Genetic Imagination” exhibit, which was excellent, especially the sculptures. And then, because we still had time on the parking meter, we flew through the Phillips exhibit, which I liked even better (and then we had a fight about that, but in fun).

I like weird things, but my whole problem with some of the stuff in “Monsters, Fairytales, and the Genetic Imagination” is that I couldn’t imagine how it would fit in a home or a museum with a varied collection. Like how, outside of an exhibit like this, would that stuff work? But that’s really only like 1/5 of the exhibit. Everything else, frankly, I’m kind of surprised Rob Zombie hasn’t come through with his curator (I’m assuming Rob Zombie has a curator? I would if I were rich and weird.) and just pointed at things the curator was supposed to try to acquire for him while his curator is all “I’m sorry, Mr. Zombie, Mr. King has already purchased that.” Lord. I have to believe there’s some kind of creepy art arms race between the King family and the Zombie clan.

As you know, I finished up Let’s Play White and I started Always Coming Home because nm recommended it to me when I was having a fit of doubt about my first draft. Yes, even after having “just let the first draft suck in spectacular ways” as my first rule of writing (h/t Bird by Bird, I think), I still sometimes can’t help but already be “Oh my god, what am I going to do with this pile of shit?” Even though the answer is “use it to fertilize a lush, green and vibrant second draft.”

Here’s what concerns me about America. Ursula K. Le Guin is a very famous writer. If you’ve heard any fantasy authors beyond Tolkein, you’ve probably heard her name. And this book is brilliant so far. Just so deeply moving I about can’t stand it. And yet, it was out of print for years. It’s now published by the University of California Press, in their series of books about California (which, really, is a brilliant task for a university press to set for itself–bringing old books about a certain subject back into print). How was this out of print?

I read some old reviews, though, and it’s hilarious.Dudes are genuinely complaining because Le Guin is too feminist now and why can’t they just have a story about a dude like she used to write? What was wrong with that? And the thing that makes that even more hilarious is that one of the sub-themes (at least so far) is kind of about what is wrong with that.

Una Park was cool. Only Percy Warner left. I have to find someone at the parks department to interview for my grand finale.

Dog was up every two hours pooping, even after I gave her some Pepto. Who’s the dumbass that fed her pork barbecue yesterday? The dumbass that got up with her all night and is writing this post today. I only have myself to blame.

8 thoughts on “Ticked

  1. I honest to god do not have a good working definition of the differences between science fiction and fantasy except that one has robots. Every other definition, I feel like there are too many counter-examples.

    And I haven’t encountered any robots yet! Ha ha ha.

  2. Fantasy has magic. Science fiction has science (physical, biological, social), based sufficiently on current scientific knowledge or achievements that it does not seem magical.

  3. I like nm’s view but I would add that science fiction primarily deals with the future while fantasy operates without reference to the the reader’s frame of reference.

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