Before I start, let me touch on something I forgot to mention yesterday, because my life is as dizzily blurry as the scenery of a Tilt-A-Whirl rider. Last Monday, I put another of my no-longer-protected published stories out when you, your best chum, and Avery T. D. Harrie can see it. “Without Fear, Favor or Affection” is a historical epic (in as much as epic can be applied to something shy of 5000 words and containing a mere handful of named characters) which first appears in Creatures in Canada, and continues to do so.
For today’s film, somethings that’s not seasonal as such, but… well, it’s some favourite fountain pens.
To my mind, the M600 is a better point of comparison to the 140, as it doesn’t have a heavy brass mechanism and is just that much smaller. Watching this does make me wish I could lay my hands on a fine or medium for my 140… which is not to say I’d give up the oblique bold it’s currently fitted with, because that’s fun.
I’ve just realized that a couple of my published stories are past their exclusivity dates and in anthologies that are not easily accessed online. Stand by for action on the other site!
Building the ending from its current kit form of mostly coherent points, at a glacial pace. Also, coming around to the realization that it should be in third person rather than first.
I’m going to have to really scramble to get that story onto my literary front if I’m going to make good on a plan, not previously spoken, to offer it as a Hallowe’en treat on the Friday ahead of The Great Day.
† I understand that people in the US think this is a month early– that’s how we know it’s a harvest festival. Also, I’ve heard that the people of the republic south of me celebrated Colobus Day on the 11th, although I’ve no idea why they devote a whole day to recognizing a genus of Old World monkeys.
It is often said that there are only {a relatively small whole number} of stories in the world, and that complete originality is not possible.
This comes into horror entertainment with extra force, since there is so often a cycle of fashionable frights (see 1980s Slashers for a fine illustration) that can quickly descend in to tropes and formulae.
The answer to objects based on this observation is this: we take pleasure from the skill of the execution.
Also, as Alasdair Stuart often reminds us in the outros over at Pseudopod, horror is watching something approach.
The short is founded on two things– my personal interest in getting an electric vehicle, and the arrival last weekend of snow. Loads of it. About 30% of what we got in the whole of the previous winter.
Although joining in the ribbing of those who insist “you’ll never get one of those started in the winter,” I quiver with seething jealousy. This is tempered by my willingness to wait for the VW van to appear in a year or so.
The feature is something I’ve wanted to see for ages and could never find, and then like a bolt from the blue, there it sits, trembling in the clutches of the YouTube algorithm. You probably won’t be able to get through it in a lunch break.
The cunning simulation of tens of thousands of troops was achieved by borrowing tens of thousands of troops from the Soviet Army (who, having not gotten mired in Afghanistan yet, were at loose ends) and training them in early 19th century drill and maneuvers.
I was also frequently struck by how much Christopher Plummer looks like Peter Cushing. I kept expecting a formation of Draculas to wheel across someone’s flank.
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