So I’m pissed and my computer is broken so I can’t vlog about this so I am going to try and use my words.
There was a SDCC “Who wore it better” ‘article’ in which they put pictures of two people cosplaying the same character side by side. LIKE A FUCK ING VOTE.
This is gross, exploitative and…
I lost it at the end.
Okay, I had to check out the Van Eyck thing. I was a bit in denial because, come on, every single person can’t look like President Putin!
There are no words to describe how wrong I was.
John Barrowman talks about meeting Benedict Cumberbatch at San Diego Comic Con 2014
Oh Barrowman :D
Once, in the most ancient days of fandom old, somewhere in the murk of early TV and one of the golden ages of science fiction literature, a wish was made. One of the handmaidens of fandom, curled up within her den of ‘zines and paperbacks and 45s and TV Guides (with first-run Star Trek and re-runs of Doctor Who carefully circled), closed her eyes and prayed with all her might.
She begged the universe to give unto Fandom a figure, someone of universal delight, who embodied all the silliest and most amusing bits of fandom, that they never be ashamed of those and always celebrate the silly as a divine right of fangirls.
And she asked, too, that this incarnation be a pretty decent fella, and well fit.
And on that day, the great Fandom God Roddenberry got a headache. And he went to his wife, the majestic goddess Majel, and she put his head upon the tome of Tolkien and stuck a single blow with a rolled up Action Comics #1.
And sprung forth from that furrowed brow came, fully formed, a spritely incarnation of Fandom itself, grown but unknowing, and he fled and spent the next thirty years moving from fan convention to fan convention, always hiding in wheeled carts with the luggage. And he became known as the Barrow Man.
And finally, when he had soaked up so much glee and delight from all the fanfolk as he could, he moved to LA and started an acting career. And there are few who know of his godly origins, but sheesh, isn’t it kind of obvious?
John Barrowman is the sparkle pony of my heart!
It has been observed – chiefly by my wife – that the Booker List was notable this year for not having me on it.
I write books in which otherwise-sensible people do things like save the world from ontological armageddon, or put on surplus combat gear in the name of fatherhood and try to make a difference to a tiny community under the shitheel of the geopolitical boot, so I have to acknowledge (when I am not moodily stalking the dim and dusty corridors of Harkaway Towers dressed in my underwear and the top half of a Godzilla suit, stamping on origami models of the judges made from pages of Anna Karenina) that I may not be dead in the centre of the Booker’s institutional target area.
However, dear reader: here is your opportunity to redress this wrong…
It’s US PUBLICATION DAY!
And what better way to celebrate, if you’ve already read the book or if you’re reading and loving it now, than to vote for Tigerman at Not The Booker 2014!
Last year, I hosted a guest post from Elise Matthesen about how to report harassment at a convention. It was useful and touched on an incident she had experienced by way of example.
This is a follow up, which I think provides a representative example of why so many women who experience harassment don’t report it. This happened to Elise at the “world’s leading feminist science fiction convention.”…