mrissa: (reading)

Review copy provided by First Second.


Best Macbeth Evar.


Okay, so. This is a comic–a graphic novel, but I think a one-off, just long enough to be its own volume. And the conceit is that the animals at the Stratford Zoo are putting on Macbeth after hours. Macbeth is a lion who eats everybody else. It is hilarious. The shorthanding of the play, the audience reactions, the casting, the whole nine yards. You will probably spot Macduff’s punchline coming, but it’s still funny. The panel with Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, and the rubber ducky is my favorite. It’s just. It’s very, very silly. If you take a very, very serious view of Macbeth and will not be able to bear jokes and zoo animals applied to it, this is so not for you.


Some of the jokes will be entirely at the level that I expect my godchildren to get. This is a fabulous way to get them all the very basic cultural references to Macbeth they will need to navigate as tiny cultured individuals, and I intend to use it that way. There are several other jokes that will go over their heads, and that’s fine too, because it’s not a book that will shut them out when they don’t get one joke.


I did not expect to particularly like this book, honestly. When it arrived in today’s mail, I was coming home from a used bookstore accident with several things I am incredibly excited about, and I thought, eh, well, we’ll give it a shot, how long can it take? And I was so very pleasantly surprised. Definitely keeping it, definitely sharing with the godkids, who love comics and silliness.




Originally published at Novel Gazing Redux

mrissa: (nowreally)

I saw “Mind Control” advertised on a website this morning. It seemed to be offering that you could learn to control your own mind, however, as opposed to the far more popular other people’s.


Controlling your own mind is work.


Maybe next ad.




Originally published at Novel Gazing Redux

mrissa: (question)

I know at least two rhymes for counting crows, off the top of my head (“One for sorrow, two for joy,” they both start out), but I just looked out in my backyard, and there were dozens of crows. Scores of crows. There were not more crows than I could shake a stick at, because I would just stand at the back door and shake it broadly. But I don’t really want to go shake a stick at the crows, because it has a sort of Hitchcockian vibe at the moment. Say what you will in favor of Lovecraft, pulsing horrors mostly don’t show up in my backyard without notice. And giant flocks of birds…apparently do.


So what I want to know is: where does the crow counting rhyme go after seven or, in some extreme cases, ten? It’s really looking to me like the fortune-telling aspect will start to wear thin with a flock like this. “Forty-seven for a hangnail…forty-eight for your library books came in…forty-nine for, uh, a sale on the kind of cheese you don’t want to buy….”




Originally published at Novel Gazing Redux

mrissa: (ohhh.)
Dear friends, can you please be careful with your similes? Those things'll leave a mark.

Case in point: yesterday I was reading an internet argument I decided not to participate in. And I had mostly decided by the time I got to this line. But then somebody said something like, "It'd be like if DC hired Nicola Griffith, and--" And I don't even know what the rest of their argument was or if it was right or wrong. Because my brain had completely shut down and was busy going ooh shiny Nicola Griffith superhero comics send at least three copies to my house soonest. And my brain has been pondering what those would be like ever since.

Similes. They're dangerous. Use responsibly.
mrissa: (nowreally)
The fridge poetry magnets now have a clump that read "speak friend & what have you."
mrissa: (themselves)
Me: I was telling a story and mentioned her friend Harold and then turned to my mom and said, "Not actually a giraffe," and she broke up laughing. Grandma sort of patiently sat there and waited for us to start making sense again.
[livejournal.com profile] timprov: I hope someone's bringing her food.
mrissa: (Default)
A meme via [livejournal.com profile] stillsostrange!

1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.

If only I were on page 77 by now. Alas, 7 will have to suffice. (See! The people she got it from were on page 77. I am not on page 77 either. But I am closer than I thought! So now I am a) hanging out with Amanda and b) happier than I expected to be.)

"I don't care if it's not protocol," said Wally, for once not keeping her mouth shut. "I want to find Dad. I'm going to put him into my Girl Scout compass."
"Wally, you're not supposed to take stuff like that to Girl Scouts," I said automatically.
Mom pressed her lips together. She had already chewed all her lipstick off, probably hours ago. "Go get it," she said.

(Wally is the heroine's little sister Walpurgis, Q to her Bond. Her Girl Scout troop made their own compasses. Wally's doesn't find north. It finds...whatever Wally wants it to find. Except it doesn't find their dad....)
mrissa: (alec)
[livejournal.com profile] alecaustin and I have our first published collaboration for public reading today! Brief Interviews With Therianthropes is live at Daily SF. It is not perhaps the most serious thing either of us has done together or separately. We had fun with it, and we hope you will too.
mrissa: (alec)
Nature abhors a (power) vacuum...

...but [livejournal.com profile] alecaustin doesn't.
mrissa: (mrischief)
What I am wearing to the symphony: a violet silk dress.

What I am not wearing to the symphony: a violent silk dress.

We apologize for any disappointment this may have caused.
mrissa: (mrischief)
I'm reading a history of the papacy, and I keep having two problems:

1. I keep thinking "Viterbo" is a misprint for "Ytterbo."
2. I keep forgetting that they named Tivoli Gardens after somewhere else, so whenever they mention the pope fleeing to Tivoli or proceeding to Tivoli or whatever, I picture him on the giant swings. Wheee!
mrissa: (Default)
816. Having multiple categories of thing that all fall into the supercategory "things I read when I am trying to think of what I want to read."

817. Feeling confident that I will have multiple friends who nod along and go, "oh, yes, like thus and also like so" when exposed to the description of the said supercategory, and possibly will feel happy about getting into discussions of what theirs are.

(a) Favorite children's books. b) Things I have meant to reread for awhile but never quite gotten around to. c) Thin mystery novels that are likely to be fast-paced. d) Twentieth-century American history. e) Things that want returning to someone at some point but not too urgently. f) ???)
mrissa: (themselves)
[livejournal.com profile] mrissa: Stranger things have happened. "Things We Keep In This House For No Reason" has grown plot.
[livejournal.com profile] timprov: Really?
M: Well, not more than a thousand words worth of plot. But still.
T: Apparently plot is like mushrooms.
M: Pour enough bullshit on it and it grows?
T: That's how it seems to work for you, anyway.
M: Yeah, that's how it works.

I have since noticed that since we have already established that [livejournal.com profile] alecaustin brings the darkness to our collaborations, I should have already figured out that I bring the bullshit, and the mushroom thing would have been clear all along.
mrissa: (I'm listening....)
I wandered into the living room while [livejournal.com profile] timprov was watching The Colbert Report rerun around the dinner hour, and Colbert said, "We need a border wall with the 14th century."

Could one or more of you get on writing me a story about that? kthx
mrissa: (mrischief)
We just watched [livejournal.com profile] markgritter's new DVD of X-Men: First Class, and I totally have ideas for the new mutants for their next movie, X-Men: Coach! Okay, so First Class featured such stellar mutants as Nightcrawler But Red And Evil, Screams Like A Littull Girrull, and Guy Who Remembers What Decade We're Supposed To Be In And Dresses Accordingly. So for Coach, I figure they should have Leprechaun! Who will be like Nightcrawler but green and evil! And also Animal! Who will be like Beast but red! And a drummer!

Actually this title is totally misleading; I don't know why they don't call me about these things.

You know, if you'd asked me before tonight, I would probably have said that my X-men-related affections could be bought for the price of one pretty good Beast. And it turns out no, I am not that cheap. Good to know.
mrissa: (grandpa)
[livejournal.com profile] matociquala and [livejournal.com profile] stillnotbored have already linked my favorite Thanksgiving song, so here's my other favorite Thanksgiving song.



A lot of people don't know that my fondness for the Addams Family comes straight from my grandpa. I can still hear him laughing at this bit.
mrissa: (hippo!)
1. So [livejournal.com profile] alecaustin and I were IMing about our own tendencies in worldbuilding, and his tendencies towards cathedrals with grotesques and gargoyles. And I started to say, "Everyone likes cathedrals!" when I realized that I had neglected several prime cathedral-building opportunities in my worldbuilding in favor of cultures/groups with a flatter, more utilitarian, or generally less opulent architectural approach. And what popped into my head is, "My stuff is more Frank Lloyd Frazetta." I am mulling both the serious and the silly bit of that.

2. My godson is 9. He picked out a birthday card for me that his mother was sure I would find Just Awful. It is a hangman puzzle that lists H _ _ _ Y B _ _ T _ _ _ _, and then on the inside the answer proves to be HAIRY BUTTOCKS. I am aware that I have a 9-year-old godson, so I was not the least bit horrified at this. We are, however, looking for amusing alternatives. [livejournal.com profile] timprov proposes HELPY BINTURONG. Other suggestions welcome.

3. We have further evidence that I am not being obvious when I think I'm being obvious. Hands who's surprised.

4. Our lettuce may go to seed and not be producing edible crop at any time when our tomatoes and cucumbers are producing edible crop. While not the end of the world, this would annoy [livejournal.com profile] markgritter. Still, being able to make lettuce wraps and top other people's hamburgers with our own garden produce is very nice indeed, and the eggplant is flowering promisingly, and the tomatoes have set fruit.

5. My birthday is Tuesday! This is sort of implied by #2, I know, but I haven't been going on about its approach. There is edamame hummus, though, and there is a bit of strawberry cake still, and the hearth is full of presents and cards, and I am so very very fond of birthdays. This year the scones will be whole wheat raspberry. I will report back in if they're awesome.
mrissa: (mrischief)
So they got the Boy Scout hecatomb erected along 55 months and months ago. It's right before you merge with airport traffic to go over the Mendota Bridge (or right after, if you're going out from my house instead of coming home). We go past it constantly--this is our route into South Minneapolis, where approximately everything is. And I have been complaining and shaking my fist at it, because why, why, why even build a Boy Scout hecatomb if you're not going to let Boy Scouts fling themselves off it?

Today there were Boy Scouts on the hecatomb. And there was much rejoicing.

They seemed to like it, too.

ETA: While it is a Boy Scout owned and run hecatomb, I have now found out that you can rent it for other groups, such as Hmong Break Dancing (actual listed group). It is very nice of them not to hog their hecatomb. I am doubly pleased.
mrissa: (Default)
Auto insurance commercial: And they'll give you an English muffin, toasted with a little butter.

What I did not say: That is offbeat and pleasantly ridiculous! I should look into changing our car insurance to this company.

What I did say: Hey, I haven't had an English muffin in ages! They put my benedict at Lucile's on those amazing eggplant slices, which was good but not the same thing. I should put English muffins on the grocery list.

(With blackberry peach jam just now. Was good.)
mrissa: (thinking)
When I asked for the "parliament of queens" stories, lots of people went running off to start projects, and I was happy. Now, o crazy speculative writer friends, I have heard a quote I don't want to do anything with myself, but it seems like it might be a spark for somebody else.

"Robbery is a chapter in etiquette."--Woody Guthrie

Go, cogitate, write weird stuff.

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