Category Archives: Geek Thought

Locus & Dragon

Two other SFF awards have come to my attention in recent days, both determined by popular vote. Make your voice heard!

Locus Awards (deadline April 15!)

Dragon Awards (deadline July 25)

Hat tip to the Supreme Overlord of the Evil Legion of Evil, Vox Day, for bringing these to my attention. The Dragon Awards in particular look well poised to take the Hugos’ place of prominence for its lair should the Hugos prove fully converged and beyond salvaging.




E-mails Win Wars!

Also, a bit late, but I am a Japanese-Cherokee-German-American and I am #notyourshield.

Using this as a informational link depot for various blog posts relating to the current Sad Puppies/Tor brouhaha.

John C. Wright’s blog is where I first learned that he, I, and all other Puppies, Sad or Rabid, were, in the view of a senior staffer at Tor Books, ‘neo-nazis’ (or perhaps merely ‘unrepentantly racist’).

Cedar Sanderson, among others, has called for an e-mail/letter writing campaign in wake of news that earlier complaints about Gallo’s comment had been dismissed as the mischief of bots and spammers.

L. Jagi Lamplighter has augmented this campaign by collecting photos of fans’ SFF collections (particularly their Tor purchases) in a master post, to demonstrate that we are real fans (with real money), not robots. To this, I contribute the following:

The fact that all the Magic stuff showed up in the background is a happy but accidental consequence of having a messy gaming table. Be advised TOR, John C. Wright is one of the chief reasons you get a chunk of my Magic budget.

The fact that all the Magic stuff showed up in the background is a happy but accidental consequence of having a messy gaming table. Be advised Tor, John C. Wright is one of the chief reasons you get a chunk of my Magic budget.

I don’t have much to add, except that on a personal note, as the grandnephew of four courageous men who overcame actual prejudice in order to go fight actual Nazis (and how! Go for Broke 442nd!), I didn’t much appreciate being labeled ‘unrepentantly racist’ nor a ‘neo-nazi’. But, as Wright said, a pro-forma insult is satisfied by a pro-forma apology, which has been given. At this point, the e-mail/letter campaign should be more focused on letting Tor/MacMillan know just how many people Gallo insulted, and that anyone telling upper management we are just a bunch of robots and spammers is lying. I will also add that this whole thing is a real shame, because Gallo has done a really bang-up job of picking out cover art for Wright’s books (especially the John Harris pieces for the Count to a Trillion books).

The more I keep thinking about this…

crosssaberThe more I’m reminded of this…crossevaWhich now has me wondering if a lightsaber could penetrate an AT Field (probably not) or if a Progressive Knife could block a lightsaber (maybe).

Magic: The Superverting, or, Superversion isn’t just for literature anymore

In middle school, my friend Ethan introduced me to what would become my favorite game of all time, Magic: The Gathering. I had heard about it here and there before; it was an “older kids” game by the same people who made my Pokemon cards, but I had never seen it. We had a blast with it for a brief time. Every few years I would return to it briefly, but it wasn’t until college that I found a group to play with consistently. Presently, I’ve competed in a Games Day, a prerelease, and a Pro Tour Qualifier, and play competitively on a semi-regular basis; Magic is my favorite tabletop game, bar none. Yet, from the handful of games I played in my youth, why did I keep returning to this game, even when I had barely anyone to play it with? The excellent design and enjoyability of the game is a satisfactory enough answer, but I believe there is something more. Truth. That which mens’ minds and hearts are naturally drawn to with an inexorable force. To borrow a phrase from Tolkien, I believe Magic, like all great works with enduring appeal, contains in it a splinter of the Light, whose shining beckons to something deep in the hearts of all men, even if they do not realize it. Yet this Light is indeed splintered, refracted, “to many hues, and endlessly combined
in living shapes that move from mind to mind”. The full Light would be too powerful, too blinding. Few, if any, could approach. Many might flee it. So the Light goes out in the guise of a fairy-story wizard, gathering a crowd with fantastical displays of fireballs and fairies, conjurings of goblins and great beasts; and with the crowd so enthralled, imparts a bit of itself to them. In a word, I believe Magic: The Gathering is superversive.

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