September 14th, 2009

Whale fluke

It's still rape.

...I said no, very freakin' clearly. I made my lack of consent plain. I went limp. Trust me. There was no way that could have been mistaken for consensual sex.

But according to Fred Van Lente, that wasn't rape. Huh. Thanks, Fred - I guess you know more than the Las Vegas Police Department, more than the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center, more than our whole justice system.
shadesong explains very, very clearly that, congratulations, Marvel Comics, a character in Spider-Man raped another character. Something Spider-Man writer Fred Van Lente claims didn't quite happen. (Yes, he used the mild word "quite." Talking about something as damaging and awful as rape.)
I will say this all nice and bold.

Force has nothing to do with it. It's still rape.
Thank you for saying this, shadesong.
NCC-1701 Nebula 2

Swayze, BEEPs, work, and weather

* First, Rest in peace, good guy and good performer Patrick Swayze. As said by Eric D. Snider, "I like to think Swayze & Farley are doing the Chippendales sketch in heaven."

I'm remembering this radio appearance Swayze did on Don & Mike's morning show, after Dirty Dancing became a hit, and he fell asleep at the radio station right before going on the air. He woke up in time. His first words on the show: "Gooooood morning. I guess it's morning." He then managed to be funny and charming even when exhausted.

* A radio ad's making me flash on my call center experience. A guy calling a medical company's help line doesn't get that he's reached a live operator, and he's acting as if she's a machine. He presses buttons on his phone. People did that to me at my call center job. THAT IS LOUD. That still grinds me. I'd ask them, "What is your card number?" and they'd BEEP BEEP BEEP it into my ear. I resisted asking them "Is that 'beep beep beep' or 'beep beep beep'?" They wouldn't have gotten it.

* Today at work (my first day back since Thursday, as I got sick Friday morning) was manageable. I hope I can start describing my work with better words than "manageable."

* Today's Portland weather: a summer-fall tug-of-war. It was fall-ish this morning (almost misting). It was niiiiiice.
Cartoon Chris

Adding to my Portland cred: I've read Geek Love

I dislike giving up on books.

I'm proud to say I finally finished Katherine Dunn's Geek Love, after taking a whole freakin' year to work through it. (I checked; I got it to read for specficbooks last September; it was the first book we planned to read.) Helps that the book is relatively episodic, so I could read it in smaller chunks (I finally got on a tear about a week ago and powered through the last hundred or so pages), but it was a difficult read. Extreme imagery and events in it, and its early pages are especially extreme; in-depth descriptions of the sort of physical differences the various freaks who the Binewski family (the protagonists of the novel) knows. This calms down eventually, but after that it's often emotionally extreme. I read with a slightly dropped jaw the actions the family and its doctor must take to save the life of a pony, and I don't really want to describe what they do to said pony because I don't want to squick people. Or re-squick myself.

But the language is so often stunning, and I love that the science fiction elements kind of float into the book and not call much attention to themselves, though certain events in Geek Love couldn't actually happen. (I figure what happened to the horse can't happen, either. Sorry; that kind of messed with me.)

Now it seems I read the bulk of this book at night. Somehow that feels appropriate.

I dislike giving up on books. I'm glad I didn't give up on this. But right now I'm reading Ray Bradbury short stories (The Golden Apples of the Sun), and those are easier.