The con crud I got from my reunion trip left me too wiped to get any movie reviews written, but bey, it’s October 31st …
First, from our local Walgreens.
From a store we sometimes stop at when we’re taking the dogs to PT.
A house in our neighborhood.
And a little black cat Trixie and I spotted just off the local walking paths a few weeks baack.
Filed under Miscellanea
As y’all already know, last Thursday I flew into Fort Walton Beach for Choctawhatchee High School’s Class of ’76 reunion. As I often do I dithered about when to fly and was I picking the best flight and so I wound up paying more and traveling at less convenient times. I left from Raleigh-Durham Airport at 6:30, got there well ahead of time (as the airlines always recommended) and it was indeed surprisingly busy.
One of my must-have requirements is a big enough time when I change flights (I always have to) that I can make it. I had an hour in Nashville and fortunately the flight was on time as the arrival and departure were gates were literally at the very end of two different terminals. Made it, then to Fort Walton Beach.
As usual I stayed with my best friend Cindy, her sister Debbie and my sister Tracy (they’re housemates). And Cindy’s dog Raven, a very friendly, licky black lab. Here Raven checks me out on the airbed.
My brother Craig showed up too, as it was his 45th reunion. No photos of him though.
The events included a school tour, a round of Goofy Golf, dinner at the Yacht Club, an afternoon on the Okaloosa Island Boardwalk and Sunday brunch at a local restaurant. In between I hung out with Cindy and my siblings and occasionally stared out at the back yard.
It’s even better seen with the naked eye.
Sunday, after all was wrapped up, I got the bad news that my flight out had been delayed … and eventually delayed so much it would land in Charlotte after my flight to Raleigh left. Siiiigh. Tracy and Craig went with me to the airport. The American Airlines desk booked me into a hotel for the night with a $12 food credit. It turned out to be a “minitel” as you can see from this shot of the room.
It was a good enough room under the circumstances, even if the desk clerk’s reference to a “bug problem” elsewhere had me expecting the worst (apparently no bedbugs in my room at least). Unfortunately by the time I got in I had very little time to sleep before I had to get up and get back to the Charlotte Airport (CLT — some people read a lot into that particular airport code). And the timing of the minitel’s shuttle meant I had to spend money on a Lyft.
Once I got to the airport everything was smooth and I finally got home. Unfortunately I had the reunion equivalent of “con crud” — reunion rot, I’m calling it. Much like past viral incidents, it starts in my throat which is vulnerable because of asthma, and because my breath control when I speak is terrible and puts a strain on my voice. And I spoke a lot last weekend. It’s been so long since I had an incident, I’ve gotten slack about improving that; that’s going to have to change. Fortunately as it’s not my first rodeo I drove to the Urgent Care (a five minute walk, not that I wanted to walk) and got meds. I’m on the mend but still keeping largely silent; talking because I’m all better is how I undercut being all better. Oh, and the hacking has largely robbed me of sleep.
So my plans to bounce back with four days of work became a cropper. I did somehow get two stories in for The Local Reporter (not up online yet) and two Atomic Junk Shop posts: a look at the advertising for Jonah Hex’s debut and Gary Friedrich’s gratuitously sexist run writing Captain America.
His black power scenes aren’t too hot either (art by John Romita).
But now all that’s done, I can focus almost entirely on proofing and indexing Watching Jekyll and Hyde! At last!
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Filed under Nonfiction, Personal, Time management and goals, Writing
As I mentioned earlier, I spent last Thursday — Sunday at my 50th high school reunion. Details to come in this afternoon’s week in review post, photos to come in several posts. But for today, here are three photos of me. First the Early Years, captured in this ID badge —
The photographers provided the bowtie and jacket. Next, me playing Goofy Golf, a Ft. Walton Beach institution.
Makes me look a little too hobbit-esque, I think. Now finally, a more flattering photo from Saturday night’s dinner.
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Amy Acton is running against Vivek Ramaswamy for governor of Ohio. Years ago her stepfather was indicted for sexually abusing her, but fled the state first. In an ad for Ramaswamy, Acton’s mother says she’s lying. Even the right-wing National Review, however, says Acton’s telling the truth. Which makes Ramaswamy’s ad singularly contemptible.
That, however, didn’t stop right-wing propagandist Laura Loomer from declaring Acton’s the liar, don’t vote for her! Which would be horrifying if Loomer hadn’t shown repeatedly she has no more interest in the truth than Axis Sally or Tokyo Rose. And as a devoted, fawning Trumper, I can understand her lying to (she hopes) land the governorship for a Toddler ally. Ditto shitbag Dan Bongino who fantasizes Ramaswamy’s ad deals Acton’s campaign a death blow. Or Ramaswamy himself, who stands by his ad. And sneers Acton “is”has no vision other than to complain about what someone else did to her“”
Politics is no excuse for accusing Acton of lying (as you probably know, “all rape victims lie” is a classic Undead Sexist Cliche). In any area, if you’re only principle is winning, you’re a shitty person. Of course, ad-endorsing J.D. Vance has never had any principles to compromise. No More Mr. Nice Blog argues that attacking Acton is a logical extension of Republican smear tactics going back to the last century.
It’s a little more surprising and annoying when people lie about the Cornell 7 case. Politics does not hinge on the outcome of this case. Unlike Brett Kavanaugh or Jeffrey Epstein we have no Republican candidates who could be dragged down by this. There’s no risk to conservatives in keeping their mouth shut or saying the minimum — don’t want to comment before a court verdict, looks pretty horrible, if it’s true the rapists need to pay. Yet I keep seeing people who can’t resist weighing in on the rapists’ side.
Earlier this month, right-wing slime Megyn Kelly recycled a classic Undead Sexist Cliche by claiming Cornell rape victim Jane Doe was so ugly she was glad for the attention. Also this month, Rep. Nancy Mace (a rape survivors herself) dismissed Jane Doe’s claims and said it was a consensual gangbang. Kelly at least has the excuse of having an online “news” show and needing stuff to talk about. Mace just went on X and offered her deep thoughts. She’s an SC legislator, she has no authority or tie to the investigation so why open her mouth?
Partly, I suppose, because right-wing women are committed to aligning with patriarchy. And it’s a staple belief in the patriarchy that opposing rape means hating men. If “they” can accuse people as prominent and respectable as the Toddler and Kavanaugh, rape accusations can strike any man, any time! Which is actually unlikely unless the men are, you know, rapists. The issue isn’t false accusations, it’s a fear of true accusations. And so Kelly and Mace speak up on the wrong side. And hopefully draw more attention from patriarchy supporters.
In related links:
“Hazing rituals weed out those with enough self-esteem and independence to stand up to the hierarchy. They ensure conformity and obedience. It is a filter. Fraternity “brothers” are self-selected. Those who have the strength to oppose public humiliation and that perpetuated on each new cycle of recruits, leave.” — Chris Hedges on fraternities and sexual violence.
Robert Reich: “The man now occupying the White House has contributed to a lower and more dangerous standard for what men can do to women with impunity.” As witness yet more allegations he raped Jeffrey Epstein’s victims.
“If consent as a talking point feels like grim deja vu, that’s because it returns with each cycle of outrage over alleged campus sexual assault.” —Inae Oh on consent education
Filed under Politics, Undead sexist cliches
An uncredited cover for a mashup of horror and detective story. Could a man’s wife really be a reincarnation of a malevolent witch? Is it all just coincidence?
This Don Maitz cover isn’t for a horror book but it does look damn eerie, so I’m posting it.
A typically offbeat Richard Powers cover
And a Powers mystery cover — not horror but it’s ominous enough I’ll put it here.
An uncredited but creepy cover.
Here’s a movie tie-in for Bell, Book and Candle, a stage play-based film comedy that helped inspire Bewitched on TV. I don’t know if this is Van Druten’s script for the play or if he novelized the film.
Last but not least, Victor Valla’s cover for this HP Lovecraft collection. I had this one back in the day, before complete collections were easy to find.
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Just back from travel to Fort Walton Beach for my 50th high school reunion (details and photos to follow eventually ) so only a quick post today. I saw this meme and I love it (though I don’t know who to credit as the source).
Happy Tuesday.
Filed under Miscellanea
Back in 2011 I wrote the following at the top of a post: “This will be the first of three posts tackling sexist cliches that have been around for years.”
15 years later I’m still blogging about the cliches because they’re still around. Even writing a book pointing out that they’re all bullshit somehow didn’t cause patriarchy to collapse. Given I was right about everything (and obviously so were countless feminists who came before me) I can’t figure out why.
Sarcasm aside, I’m really rushed for time. I figured reposting the original wouldn’t hurt as most of y’all haven’t been reading this blog 15 years. And of course, it’s still relevant, so—
One cliche that’s been around at least since the early seventies is the idea that men’s success depends on women’s submission. The first version I read was that men attempt to build/create/make money to compensate for their lack of the ability to bear children. If women do all those things, plus bearing children, men will feel so emasculated they’ll just curl up and die.
Then there was George Gilder, in the 1980s, with his view that men can’t amount to anything unless they’re married. Women therefore have a moral duty to put their personal goals on hold, marry men and shape them up—preferably marry the meek loser-types who need inspiration rather than going for good-looking, successful men (as other writers have observed, it’s hard not to see a degree of self interest in this).
And now we have Mark Regnerus, who asserts that since men are driven to achieve by the drive for sex, if women don’t hold out sex until marriage, men will no longer achieve anything (“their sexual success may, ironically, be hindering their drive to achieve in life”). There’s more premarital sex available than there used to be; men are financially less well off than they used to be; therefore, male failure is women’s fault for giving it away!
As Echidne points out at the link, there’s little evidence of cause and effect in this. And I can think of plenty of counter-examples. Did John Adams, who was already happily married and a successful Massachusetts lawyer, feel the need to risk his future challenging the British Empire because he wanted to get laid? What about Cecil Rhodes, the 19th century multimillionaire, who built his empire while showing very little interest in women (I don’t mean he was gay—going off and doing Manly Stuff without women wasn’t terribly remarkable back then)?
And more to the point, why is this women’s problem, even if it were true? If men decide they’d rather party and sleep around than do anything with their life (and Regnerus doens’t make that point), shouldn’t he be yelling at them to get their act in gear?
Regnerus’ argument is that he’s really, really concerned for women: They’re giving the cow away and not getting the True Love they really want in return. Which is nominally the point of his article, with the Terrible, Terrible Consequences for society thrown in.
So I’m sure he’s recycling old sexist cliches with only the best of intentions.
Filed under Politics, Undead sexist cliches
Too rushed for regular reviews, so …
One by Bob Larkin. Very 1970s “sexy girl with a sword.”
Next, one by Gray Morrow. I saw this series on the paperback racks but never read it.
Art on this one is uncredited.
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TYG is not a superhero fan like I am so I didn’t ask her to SUPERGIRL (2026) and it vanished from the theater before I had time to go solo. Given the poor box office and lukewarm reviews, I was delighted to catch it streaming recently and discover it was way better than I’d feard.
Based on the Woman of Tomorrow miniseries, this has Kara (Milly Alcock) and Krypto celebrating Kara’s 23rd birthday by getting drunk on a red sun world. Ruthye (Eve Ridley), who’s family have been killed by the Brigands (I deduct a point for having a band of brigands who just call themselves The Brigands) wants someone to help her hunt down the band and kill them. Kara’s not into killing but she gets entangled anyway.
I worried we were going to end up with Supergirl as some variation on the Hot Mess stereotype but no. Even under a red sun, Kara’s very competent and capable and her drinking is less about being a screw-up and more about the trauma she’s been through. Where David Corenswet’s Superman (who cameos) grew up a Kansas boy, Kara grew up Kryptonian, then saw her parents and her city destroyed. To save her, her father sent her to the planet where her cousin lived but it’s not her home the way it is Clark’s.
The movie did have some weak points. In the comics, the brigands trapping Kara under a depowering green sun worked well; here it’s just a pointless deathtrap and easily evaded. I’m also curious, given Superman established Jor-El and Lara as ruthless colonialists, why Supergirl has none of that in her backstory. Were Clark’s parents ultra-right wing Kryptonian? Was Argo City some kind of hippy enclave that rejected Kryptonian imperialism? Perhaps we’ll find out eventually.
A third point was that given Supergirl’s warnings to Ruthye about revenge, the ending worked a lot less well than the comics version. Overall, though, this was a winner. “Krypton didn’t die in a day — the gods are not that kind.”
A CANTERBURY TALE (1944) has an American GI, a British GI and land girl Sheila Sim wind up in WW II Canterbury for various reasons and cope with loneliness, cantakerous locals and the mysterious Glue Man hurling glue on women’s hair before all of them get miraculously happy endings (Sim’s Dead In The War boyfriend turns up alive, for instance). This is an aimless movie with no real plot or character arc, just pretty pictures of England, Still Free — and the Glue Man’s explanation he wants to scare women out of flirting with Yank GIs now sounds creepily sexist. This DVD includes the framing sequence shot for American release which frames everything as the American telling his new bride about Canterbury. It didn’t improve things any. “I must open a window — the caravan is full of moths!”
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Filed under Movies
I had only three days of work due to IRL commitments so that was expected. I expected to get further than I did, though: Trixie woke me up about 1AM Wednesday and my brain became too mush to do much.
Let’s start off with last weekend’s date: we went to vote early, ran a couple of errands, then celebrated with Indian food.
Then the work on my three big projects: the stories for next month’s Local Reporter, proofing Watching Jekyll and Hyde and prepping Become the Sky for publication. I put in a bunch of calls for my articles and got most of my immediate questions resolved. Unfortunately I’ll have to spend one day next week watching videos of various Carrboro and Orange County meetings — that will suck up a lot of time.
I finished proofing Become the Sky (cover by Sonya Lano). Odd little quirks and errors (alien names misspelled, one story where all the curly quotes were straight quotes, n dashes where it should be m dashes) cleared away. Now I’m waiting on the revised version of the introduction and I’ll be ready to move to the finish. Hopefully it won’t take too long.
On Watching Jekyll and Hyde, I discovered the most efficient way to make corrections would be to download Adobe Acrobat Pro. Which I don’t normally need but the next best approach — print out, correct in red, scan the pages — would be so much more work. It’s worth one month’s subscription (it may be useful at one point in the Become the Sky process too). However getting to that point wasted an hour or more trying to do the same thing with Preview on my Mac (didn’t work). Then Acrobat Pro proved initially very annoying. Shoving its AI assistant in my face and having multiple little pop-up notices pop up. Once I got past that, it is indeed easy to use. Of course I have 204 pages to cover and I’m now only 30 pages in. Still doable but I’d hoped to be a little further.
On the lighter side, over at Atomic Junk Shop, I looked at a couple of interesting stories by Len Wein. The one with the splash page below (by George Tuska) has, I think, an easy-to-miss connection with Wein’s later creation, Brother Voodoo; another story (not actually by Wein) is the probable inspiration for the Human Target.
I also looked at two types of alternate histories: those which make the alt.characters interesting and those that are just fun. Below is one of the first type, from a Fantastic Four story by Archie Goodwin and John Buscema.
Hopefully the wasted Wednesday won’t derail anything.
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