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I am going to moderate a panel at 4th Street about gesture and body language in written fiction (it's a fantasy convention, but I think this particular topic is fine with examples from other genres). What are some of your favorite / least favorite / most memorable written descriptions of gestures, expressions, postures, and other forms of non-verbal communication?
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We saw Thor 2 today. I liked it, but I had some lingering questions and uncertainties about certain events in the film, so I have invented some alternative backstory that they're probably not going to use for future films but that is now The Way That Happened in my head.

headcanon cut for spoilers and/or disinterest )
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I have developed some stretch marks, as tends to happen during this process, although they didn't show up until quite late. I'm not sure how obvious they're going to be long-term; they're sort of intermittent now (sometimes they're distinct purple marks, sometimes they're just shiny patches). But I was a little bummed out about it -- stretch marks, bah, stretch marks are boring. So [livejournal.com profile] chinders suggested I think of them as battle scars.

Yes. That's a much better idea.

"Mama, what are those?"
"Well, honey, those are from when I went down to the underworld to get you. I had to steal you back from the storks."

I am envisioning this as a fairly Aztec sort of underworld, with stylization and blood sacrifice. The storks can have sinister medical accoutrements, and possibly plague doctor masks.

I'm not sure I need to write this story, but perhaps someone should suggest it to Ursula Vernon.


Apr. 23rd, 2009 07:16 pm
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I am running a game of Nobilis for [livejournal.com profile] andres_s_p_b, [livejournal.com profile] brooksmoses, [livejournal.com profile] chinders, [livejournal.com profile] argh128, and [livejournal.com profile] cobalt_00.

In just a minute here, I will be setting up a filter that doesn't have them on it, so folks can help me brainstorm. If you want to be on it, or don't want to be on it, drop a note here and I will adjust. I haven't actually used a filter before, so this will be an interesting experiment.

You do not have to know anything whatsoever about the game to help brainstorm, although an interest in mythology may be helpful.
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See the inside of [livejournal.com profile] andres_s_p_b's mind. Or don't. It's scary in there.
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So [livejournal.com profile] brooksmoses and [livejournal.com profile] chinders and [livejournal.com profile] andres_s_p_b and I were hanging out last night, chatting about this and that. Somewhere in there I issued a public service announcement:

DON'T READ Chuck Palahniuk's "Guts".

Andrés wanted to know why. Why? Because it's disgusting. It's the only story I actually regret reading. My life would be detectably better if I had never read it. "Well, what's it about?" he asked. "Guts," I said. "Intestines."

"But what happens? Tell me! Tell me tell me tell me!"

"No, it's gross."

"Just summarize!"

"It involves intestines. I'm not going to tell you, there are innocent ears listening." (If it had just been him, I'd've summarized and he'd've regretted it. But I'm not going to traumatize people just to teach Andrés a lesson.)

"Argh," he cried, and reached for his iPhone. There was a pause, punctuated by tapping.

"Why are the first two results in Hindi?" Andrés asked. "And is this next one Russian?"

"What? Let me see that." And this is what I saw: Chuck Ballooniacs Guts.

"I thought it was a children's book," he said.

I laughed so hard I cried.
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"Tell us a story about pirate ninja sheep."

Once upon a time, in Wales, there was a band of sheep. They were white. They were fluffy. They were dangerous.

These sheep didn't have a sheepdog, and they wouldn't have listened to one if they did. They spent their time loitering near the sea cliffs, sharpening their hooves on rocks and biting the heads off of gull chicks. All the extra calcium gave them lovely strong bones and muscles, which they used to kick each other in the head.

One day, a large boat drifted towards the shore while some of the sheep were down on the beach scrounging seaweed and stepping on crabs. (The rest of the sheep were up on top of the cliffs, pushing rocks over to see if they could hit anyone.) Though it was riding quite low in the water, the sheep were intrigued, and when it drifted close enough, they grabbed the dangling lines and towed it in.

The boat was abandoned; the only sailors aboard were long dead of thirst, or in some cases stabbing. The sheep threw them overboard, because what can you do with a broken sailor? The hold had been pillaged, the hull badly damaged, and the rigging all torn about. The only things left aboard were the anchor, some barrels of tar, and a slim Japanese volume on the art of ninjutsu.

Interesting, thought the sheep.

They hauled the boat up onto the beach, emptied out the water, scraped off the barnacles, and mopped up the nasty filthy ick that grows on abandoned boats. They wove new woolen sails, improvised rope repairs from seaweed, and bullied some gulls into helping them get the lines back up (but ate their chicks afterwards anyway, because they were wholly untrustworthy sheep). They patched up the hull with the barrels of tar. They got entirely covered with the tar while patching, of course, because they're sheep and sheep are clumsy. It matted up their wool and made them black and shiny and sleek.

To pass the time while the hull was drying and the gulls were weeping, the sheep studied the book of ninjutsu. Fortunately, it had illustrations. Not illustrations of sheep, mind you, but they were fairly clever and utterly ruthless sheep, so they figured out how to adapt some of the nastier tricks.

Once the ship had been repaired, the sheep re-floated it, filled the hold with sod and gull eggs, and sailed off to strike terror into the hearts of the local fishermen, and any passing galleons full of gold they happened to run across.

And that, my dears, is why we call pirates and ninjas and other no-goodniks whose families disapprove of them black sheep.
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Messing around with the timestream creates alternate universes. Alternate universes have more airships in them. For proof, you can check any of a wide variety of books, movies, or television shows.

This implies that we are not the original universe.

I wonder what it's like?


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