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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Two awesome stories by newish writers, on Strange Horizons

We Love Deena, by Alice Sola Kim.

That one is scary and freaky and wrong.

Dead, by Haddayr Copley-Woods.

That one is like horror if horror were about sad instead of scary.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Under the bleachers with the government cheese brigade

I hadn't seen this... :-)

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Monday, February 18, 2008

"The Orange", coming soon to a small pixellated screen near you

Nick Fox-Gieg is an artist and animator who makes awesome short films, like "I wanna be famous" (from a Jessica Delfino song), "The option of war", and "A good joke".

(Those files are MP4s, which my browsers here were a little iffy about... I eventually got them to play by upgrading realplayer, opening them with that and fiddling with resizing. )

Anyway, he asked me quite a while ago if he could make a short film of "The Orange". I said sure.

Recently I noted an interview with him, in which he says he's working on "The Orange".

I can't wait to see it.

(I'm also amused by Harper's magazine's taxonomy for "The Orange" -- it looks like they have all the content they've published since the nineteenth century online for subscribers, and "The Orange" is filed under "Orange" and "Providence and government of God".)


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More Quotes From Noah

On Popular Music:


"Popeye was a Rolling Stone"

On Sleep:


Noah: I'm going to sleep.
Us: OK. Go to sleep.
Noah: Come with me.
Us: We're eating dinner.
Noah: Come with me.
Us: Why?
Noah: Because the mother and the father and the sister make the dreams, and the brain makes the nightmares.

On Transitivity:


Noah: Do you know who my imaginary friend's imaginary friend is?
Me: Who?
Noah: ME!

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Friday, February 8, 2008

Retellings


"How long?" cried the field mouse, quivering with rage and fear. "How many of us must be bopped cruelly upon the head... before you consent... to ACT?"

From within the cold blue radiance among the trees, a faint tinkling sound was heard, as of shattering ice. The field mouse felt her throat constrict.

At last a voice, cold as the winter moon: "The time of reckoning is not yet at hand. But know that your folk... will be AVENGED..:"

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