I Had An Odd Moment Yesterday

I was waiting for the bus and my book was boring me so I just sort of looked around the world.  And I suddenly remembered that when I was small, my mother would let me ride in the car by standing between her seat and the door.  And my brother would stand between the seats of the car.

One day we had an accident and my brother and I both happened to be properly in our seats, belted in.  I remember my mom saying ‘We were lucky you two were belted in.  No more standing up in the car.’

Not only was it weird that I suddenly remembered that for no reason, but it got me to thinking about choices and the possibility of the multi-verse.

The multi-verse theory is that for every decision you make, a new universe is created.  So in another universe, I was standing up next to my mother when that accident occurred and I was injured.  In another, I was standing up next to my mother when that accident occurred and I died.  And so on, for all the millions of permutations of possibility.

And not just choices that we make.  But the possibility of things beyond our control.  In some other universe I could be about 7 years older, as maybe my mother conceived right away, rather than after trying for years.  Maybe the hole in my brother’s heart killed him and I’m an only child.

Or, the most frightening to me of all, maybe I have never met Simon.  And am alone.

My Friend Cat

posted in her blog 48 things that people did not know about her. I was going to do the same, only I have kinda realized that I have shared pretty much everything with you!

So I might not make it to 48, but here is a list of things that you might not know about me: –

  1. I identify as bisexual
  2. I repeated 11th grade
  3. I remember when it was just GLB.
  4. And GLBT.
  5. And really think the inclusivity thing is getting a little ridiculous.
  6. I curse like a sailor.
  7. I actually have two friends who go by the name Cat.
  8. I am really very good at word games.

And I really must reveal a lot about myself on this site, because I have been working on this list for about 2 days, and that’s all I can come up with!

I Am A Shamless Copy Cat

and a shameless hussy, but that’s a post for another day…

Over at The Pioneer Woman Ree posted an entry about changes in plans and invited her readers to post about their own expectations for their lives versus where they actually were.  She, as usual,  got over 1,600 replies.  I didn’t reply there, perfering to post such a thing here at my own blog.  Hopefully Ree won’t mind so much!

So, in my early 20s, where did I think I’d be?  Living in NY.  Doing theater lighting design.  Having a fabulous NY style life!  Or at least some city somewhere.  Definitely not married.  Definitely no kids.  Carefree and single, that’s what I would be!

And where am I?  Belfast, so I got the city part right!  Married, to a man I adore.  Trying really hard for kids.  Not having worked in any theater anywhere for over 10 years and not missing it at all.

So am I disappointed I didn’t get my glamours NY life?  Not at all.  I am very happy where I am.  In my beautiful flat in Belfast, living my maybe not so exciting but very fullfilling city life.

Go read some of the commnts on Ree’s blog.  Some will make you smile.  Some will break your heart.  All of them have something to say.

I’m Hearing More and More

people disparaging the youth of today. Saying they’re entitled. And callous. And rude. And so I point this out to them: –

“The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place
of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their
households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They
contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties
at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.”

No one is exactly sure who said that. They are pretty sure it was said somewhere in the 4th or 5th century BCE.

My point? Is that the elder always thinks the younger are bad. Or wrong. Or rude. Its a sign of getting old when you see a bunch of kids simply messing around on the street and all you can think is how annoying they are.

I do think people in general are less polite than they used to be. And I do think there are many many parents out there who do not parent. But I do not think the youth of today are any worse, or better, than I was at their age.

I find myself, these days…

going more and more ‘crunchy granola’.

I use reusable bags for all my shopping.  I try to buy organic and free range and fair trade products.  I am considering buying a few of these.

I am not really doing it because I think I can save the planet.  I don’t really think the planet needs saving.  Or that we can save it.  I think the planet has been around for 100000000000000s of years and will be just fine on its own.

I do it because I prefer it.  I’d rather have a shopping bag that I can sling over my shoulder rather than one that I have to carry in my hands.  I prefer the taste of organic and free range.  I want to help my fellow man by making sure they get a fair price for their work.  And like the idea that these fold out to a placemat, since I often eat at my desk.

So I may appear ‘crunchy granola’ but I guess I am really not.

In other news, shoulder still oozing pus.  B pointed out last night, on IM, that I am deriving some bit of pleasure from telling people about my pussy shoulder.  She’s right.  Its fun grossing people out!

First of All

14 months, 42 countries and the most amazing 4.5 minutes you’ll spend on the ‘net this month.

Really. Go watch it. Even if you don’t ever watch vids on the ‘net. It’ll make you smile.


I’ve been thinking about stuff like that a lot lately.  About how one person will post something and then another will post it somewhere else and then suddenly, literally, the entire world is watching.

Take this ad, for example.  Heinz pulled it from the airwaves, due to complaints about the little kiss at the end.  Now? Its all over the ‘net.  So the marketing part is still working on it.  And its getting people talking.

I think advertisers and TV stations and movie studios still don’t quite get it.  There is no more powerful force than telling a bunch of people that they can’t view something and then giving them the medium to view it without the censor’s permission.  And the internet is a powerful medium for viewing.  And, yes copyright is an issue.  But I think we are nearing the end of copyright.  I just don’t see how it can be enforced effectively over the open channels of the world wide web.  And that does worry me, as it is important that people get the credit and the money for their work.  But we’ll see.

But there are billions of us out here.  Talking.  Sharing video and pictures and stories.  Bringing the world closer together.

So, go watch that video I put up there.  Its funny.  Its amazing.  And it takes you around the world in 4.5 minutes.  With some dancing included.

I Was Very Flattered

When Simon called me a ‘Heinlein Scholar’ over on Whedonesque.  The discussion was around Tim Minear’s Script of Robert A Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. I would not necessary call myself a ‘scholar’ but I have read everything the man ever wrote, including the so called ‘boys books’ and his essays.  I have copies of all of them in our library, most in several different editions and I own several Firsts of his works.  I even have Grumbles from the Grave in a First, signed by Virginia Heinlein.  (Sidebar, my annoying older brother always says it would be more impressive if RAH had signed it himself.  And spooky, since it was published posthumously.  As my annoying older brother knows.)

So now I’ve read Mr Minear’s script.  So what did I think? I think it could have been an interesting movie.  It, however, is *not* Robert Anson Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

For those who haven’t read it, a brief plot synopsis:

The Moon is a Harsh Mistress is the story of the Luna, i.e. the Earth’s Moon, revolution.  Luna was settled by convicts years before as a farming colony.  The grain was shipped back to Earth via a catapult, slinging it into orbit where it was then brought to Earth by a fairly simple tracking/rocket system.  However, Luna Authority does not pay a fair price for this grain.  And it is discovered that continued production will eventually kill Luna entirely.  And so a revolution is carried out.  And that revolution partly works because of the leader of it, who is  Mike.  A self aware supercomputer with bad taste in puns and jokes.

On a much, much deeper level the book is basic instructions on how to lead, run, create and succeed at revolution.  Just so long as you have a self aware supercomputer at your disposal.  Well, the supercomputer isn’t entirely necessary, but it sure does help!  It is also a discussion on what makes a person self aware, what makes someone a ‘man’ or ‘person’ (a familiar theme in RAH’s work, see the novella Jerry Was A Man and the novel The Star Beast) and what makes up a family.  Among many other things.

So why is Mr Minear’s script not the book?  Because I think Mr Minear went to far beyond what was necessary to make the book adaptable for the big screen.

The first thing that jarred is a section of dialogue where Mannie (the protagonist) is explaining who Mike is.  He says, in Mr Minear’s script:

“Mike wasn’t official name.  I’d nicknamed him “Mike” for Mycroft Holmes, from a story written by Dr Watson.”

This is almost word for word from the book.  Except that the book adds to the end:

“…before he founded IBM.”

Four little words that relay to the reader that this is far enough in the future that: –

a.) Dr Watson was thought real and wrote about Sherlock Holmes, as in the Sherlock Holmes books where Dr Watson is narrating; and

b.) that Dr Watson was thought to have founded IBM.

Those four little words, that Mr Minear left out, always does two things for me, no matter how many times I’ve read them.  It made me smile (how silly that Mannie thinks Dr Watson founded IBM!) and it made me think (why does Mannie think Dr Watson founded IBM?).  Could we be so far in the future in this story that reality and fiction have blurred?  Of course we could be.

However, the biggest thing that Mr Minear changed and, I think, trivialized, and which leads to a *huge* continuity error, is TANSTAAFL as it relates to women. In the book, women are sacred. There are 2M men, only 1M women on RAH’s Luna. So women get to call all the shots. This is seen in Stuart’s introduction to the Revolution, both in the script and in the actual book. It is contradicted earlier in the script when Warden is humiliated by his wife’s infidelity. According to Heinlein, he’d have no say in the matter. So not only did Minear dismiss one of the major points of RAH’s story, he contradicted himself over it.

Finally, there were also little things Mr Minear changed that made no sense to me.  Why change the name of Mannie’s senior wife?  Or the name of the first wife of his line marriage?  Indeed, why make the line marriage something Wyoming has never heard of?  Why make Prof her friend and not Mannie’s?

Its this combination of small and large changes that make this not RAH’s book.  Or his story.  I think this, of all of his books, could have been made into a movie.  I just don’t think this is the script that could do it.

I am hoping that the reason this movie has not had the green light is because the RAH’s estate realized the mistake they had made with Starship Troopers  and refused to make the same mistake again.  But considering that they just announced Starship Troopers 3? I doubt it.

For the record, I really enjoyed Starship Troopers, the movie.  But it is even less RAH’s story than Tim Minear’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress is.

Okay, so Maybe…

I should have stopped and apologized when I ran into the woman in front of me and jabbed her in the head with the pointy thingy on the brolly, and I did say sorry as I passed.

However, the reason I ran into the woman in front of me and jabbed her in the head with the pointy bit of my brolly is because she was so busy talking to her friend and fussing at her baby in the pram that she stopped dead *right* in front of me.  I had no where to go but up her back.

And I’m sick of it.  I’m sick of people not paying attention to the people around them.  I’m sick of people taking up the entire pavement as they walk 3 and 4 abreast, ignoring people saying excuse me as they try to get past.  I am sick of the self-centered bullshit I see all day, every day all over the place.

Be aware people.  Be aware of who is around. Yes, of who might be behind you when you stop short.  Who you are blocking with your SUV style pram.

I’ve heard that they’ve found the centre of the university and you know what? Its none of you.

And maybe that accidental jab in the head with the pointy bit of my brolly will be a Pavlovian reminder to this self-centered bint to pay attention to the world around her next time.  But I doubt it.

So, He’s Here.

Bush I mean. Here in Belfast. All over the news, including the note that traffic will be horrific as he is taken around town. Also? Protest signs all over the city, calling him a war monger and war criminal. Yeah, he’s not really liked here.

As I’ve said before, I am not all that political. For the past 39 years I have watch Presidents come and Presidents go. And for the most part? Nothing changes. Oh, they change on the short term sometimes. But they always go back to the status quo in a few years. Even all of this scary stuff that is going on in the US right now? Will eventually change back to the way it was.

So I don’t really think who the President is is all that important.

I do have a question though. And before I ask it, let me re-iterate, this is *only* a question. It is not a suggestion or something I am planning on doing myself or any of those things. Just in case the FBI or CIA read my blog (yeah right). The question?

If Bush is so hated, why has no one tried to kill him yet? My answer? Its two fold:

Fold 1: he’s not worth going to prison over.

Fold 2: Killing him makes him famous for all time. Keeping him alive means he’ll head into obscurity in less than 100 years. Can you tell me, off the top of your head, without looking it up, who the President was in ’58? (my soon to be brother in law probably can, but he’s a President geek!) I certainly don’t know.

I mean, I am sure some people do know who the President was in ’58 without looking it up. But I’d bet *everyone* who is from the US knows who the 16th President was, without even thinking about it. Or who the President was in 1963.

And although they may know Lincoln’s name due to the whole slavery thing (sorry I shouldn’t be flippant about that), they also know his name due to the fact that he was assassinated.

And they may know that Kennedy did the whole Cuban Missile Crisis thing, but they definitely know he was assassinated.

So, let’s keep Bush alive. Because he really isn’t going to be known for anything. At least, not anything good.

For the record? It was Eisenhower in ’58. And yes, I had to look it up.

Words Words Words

So, when I was about 12 or so, my mother more or less went on a crusade, the ‘Robyn is too old to call me Mommy crusade.” Every time I called her Mommy, she would tell me I was too old to call her that.

I hated that crusade. And to this day? I still call her Mommy on occasion. Because even at 39? Sometimes you still need your mommy.

And as for Dad versus Daddy? No matter how old I get, I’ll call him Daddy.

I don’t see anything wrong with calling my Mom Mommy or my Dad Daddy. What does age have to do with it? Is it childish? Perhaps. Is that automatically a bad thing? I don’t think so.

Interestingly, my 68 year old Mother still calls her dad, (who passed away about, gosh, 30 years ago?) Daddy when she is talking to her sisters about him. So I guess it is okay in her head for girls to call their fathers daddy until the end of time.

But not okay for boys to do so, as she also had a crusade against one of my brothers who still called my step-father daddy. (BTW, I am going to get a verbal spanking for calling these crusades. Mom’s gonna hate that word. Just so you know).

But they were crusades, nay obsessions, to stop myself and my brother from using Mommy and Daddy because we were too old. I still think its bullshit.

Of course, she has always called her mother Mother. Well, that’s not true. Because once my cousins and sibs started having children, my grandmother started to be called Grannie Annie by one and all. And we still call her this, years after her passing.

So, he will always be Daddy to me. And on occasion? She’ll still be Mommy.

Sorry…Mommy.