In Lieu Of....

.... actual creativity, I get subconscious meta-creativity.

Dreamt of being at some sort of social gathering with matociquala and a bunch of her colleagues, the purpose of which was not to write, but to help her (buy? sell?) a big house. Said house has, in various permutations, been the stage for various nocturnal escapades previously.

Then I woke up, and was talking to eBear about said dream about her antics, including telling her how the dream version of the house differed from the one we were wandering around in. This, obviously, was also a dream.

Err, yeah.

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Back in reality, my "day off" consisted of a three-hour, $400 oil change (because I needed new brake pads and had my rotors re-ground) and a dentist appointment (which included my work phone ringing... the caller didn't get my usual high level of charm or service, because at 3:15, I have no expectation of being the only person available to answer the goddamned phone when I'm not in the office. No, I cannot reset your password from here, please call someone else).

Saturday, rather than merely being on-call and working from home (read: playing video games with the phone nearby), I'll be at the office updating PCs. Meh.

Blah blah bitchycakes.

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*snerk*

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[1] Assuming you're in Tampa next August. Watch this space for further deatials Coming Soon.

(h/t to trystbat for the link)

In completely unrelated news....

... I am functionally incapable of appreciating traditional High Fantasy as a genre.

I picked up George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones from the office library to read with lunch, and, thirty pages in, I give up. I can't make myself care about the bulk of the characters being so carefully and tediously presented, I already have ideas and suppositions about how things will ultimately happen and.... I just don't give a shit.

Similarly, I don't even bother trying to pick up Tolkien. If I wanted to read boring historical recountings, I'd do something useful and pick up The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire or something.

Contrast this with how many times I've re-read Steve Brust's Taltos series - same general universe, completely different reaction. There are characters who don't fit every boring, cliche'd archetype, who have actual personalities and histories, and don't appear to have been picked up like so many pre-fab Lego People to stiffly pose through An Epic World-Altering Conflict. Snarky humor wins a lot of points with me, true, but there's enough show don't tell going on there that I don't feel like throwing the book across the room to keep from being put to sleep by the fucking thing.

I think I need to hit B&N for the latest installment of Dozois' Opinion.... I mean, The Year's Best Science Fiction.