Ask Me Anything!

It’s February, the shortest month, otherwise known as Anniversary Month here at Byzantium’s Shores. And that means, among other things, the annual playing of the game Ask Me Anything!, in which you, the readers, get to, well, Ask Me Anything!. That’s right, any question is fair game, and no question will go unanswered. Now, not all answers may be serious, but most will. Ask me something serious. Ask me something silly. Dare me to be different! Dare me to be unique!

I’m going to keep the Questioning period open until the 14th, so as to give myself enough time to get the answers done. I’ll occasionally put up reminder posts, but all Questions should either be posted in comments on this post or e-mailed to me directly. So, start your engines, folks: Ask Me Anything!

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Mr. Data, set a course — for love!

Sometimes you feel like reading a romance novel, right?

OK, I’ll assume by the chirping crickets I just heard that I’m wrong here. But anyway, sometimes I want to read a romance novel. But not just any romance novel, mind you; I’m not looking for those books with the titles printed on the covers in flowery script over a picture of some long-haired guy whose chest is just a-heavin’ in the wind. No, I want at least some modicum of muscle in my romances! So I was happy to discover Linnea Sinclair, writer of space opera romances. Yes, you read that right: space opera romances. Games of Command is the first of her books that I read, and damned if I didn’t enjoy the hell out of it. Looking for a science fiction beach read? This is it.

In the wake of a war, at the end of which a tenuous truce exists and a shaky government is holding power, former combatant Tasha Sebastian is assigned to the ship commanded by her former adversary Admiral Branden Kel-Paten, a cybernetically enhanced man who is a hard, cold, by-the-books kind of commander. His big, dark secret is that he’s desperately in love with Tasha Sebastian, a love which he dares not show because cybernetics are not supposed to show emotion and can be deactivated if they do. They take into their custody a wanted man, Jace Serafino, who happens to be telepathic, and is able to learn of Kel-Paten’s feelings; and in the course of trying to figure out what to do about the potentially explosive situation, Tasha breaks into Admiral Kel-Paten’s personal records, hoping to learn something definitive about his intentions and loyalties, but instead finds his personal journals where he has written extensively of his unrequited love for his second-in-command.

Yeah. Hilarity ensues, along with lots of action: adversaries trapped in shuttlecraft stranded in deep space; potential lovers who are also former enemies finding themselves relying on each other on a mysterious planet that’s not what it seems; races against time; all the usual complications in a book that makes you want to read it over a big bowl of buttered popcorn. The story here is pretty much paper thin, but Sinclair is able to keep things moving pretty briskly, her dialog tends to crackle, and her characters are sharply drawn and sympathetic. In terms of SF, there’s nothing here that you wouldn’t find in a better episode of Star Trek (in fact, I kept visualizing the book’s main ship, the Vaxxar, in terms of the good old NCC-1701-D. Recommended, even if it’s not terribly good for you.

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Sentential Links #157

Here we go:

:: Yes, I watched Sullivan on February 9, 1964, and I thought the group was all right. But I really couldn’t hear them or enjoy them over all of that SCREAMING.

:: Almost seventy percent of the curling stones currently in use around the world came from Ailsa Craig. (Apparently Paul’s doing a series of posts called “The ABCs of Curling”, which makes me happy because curling is one cool sport, which I don’t understand for the life of me.)

:: Plus FireKitteh sits on your lap and makes adorable noises.

:: Farm life is amazing, but it can also be heartbreaking—and frustrating as hell.

:: Mysterious space entity, we can’t escape from it!

:: Twenty minutes of involuntary exposure to sub-freezing weather has a remarkably positive effect on feline behavior. Look… aren’t they sweet?

:: From the iconic opening riff of “Sweet Child o’ Mine” and the driving staccato rhythm of Led Zepplin’s “Immigrant Song,” to the weeping wail of Gary Moore’s “Still Got the Blues,” this behemoth is one of the most coveted instruments on the planet. If the Fender Stratocaster is the precision sniper rifle of the guitar world, then the Les Paul is a veritable Howitzer of sound. It’s meaty tone can go from raunchy clack to the smooth and buttery lament of angels with just the flick of a switch.

:: One respects the office by honoring its place in a constitutional system, not by wearing a suit.

All for this week. Tune in next week!

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Wow!

UPDATED below.

That was truly a great game. Remember what I said earlier? Blowouts are a thing of the past. They’ll be the rarity now.

Anyway, the Steelers have just joined the Cowboys as the only franchises to have won Super Bowls under three consecutive head coaches.

And Kurt Warner is, in my book, a Hall of Famer. I hate watching him lose in that way. In a just world, that guy would NOT be 1-2 in Super Bowls. He’s a free agent now, so I hope he signs with some contender and gets back next year. That guy deserves better than this. He carried the Cardinals on their back.

UPDATE: In the postgame, the reporter sent to get Kurt Warner’s reaction actually asked: “Do you want to try to get back to the Super Bowl?” What a stupid question. What’s he going to say? “No, I just want to be on the roster of an 8-8 team for a year or two”? Maybe she was asking if he is considering retirement, since he’s pretty old for a starting QB, but that was a seriously dumb way to phrase it.

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Women I Admire


Women I Admire, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

I figured that a “Men I Admire” post looked goofy by itself, so here’s its obvious partner: women I admire. This isn’t part of an official meme-thing, but hey, why not tag a few folks? Lynn, Nettl, Jennifer, Erin, and for someone I’d like to see do both, Belladonna. Obviously, anybody else can join in.

As before, click through to this photo’s Flickr page for the identifications and mouseover notes (which are forthcoming, as of this writing).

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Men I Admire


Men I Admire, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

A while back, SamuraiFrog tagged me with this. I’d have had this done earlier if not for other circumstances, obviously. The rules:

A. Link back to the blog that tagged you.
B. Link back to the originator of this meme, which is The Dino Lounge.
C. Create your own list of 20 men that you admire and post them on your blog.
D. Tag 5 other people to participate in this meme.
E. If you like, please let The Dino Lounge know that you’ve participated in this meme so he can check out your posting and comment on it.

Rather than do a list, I put together the photo montage you see here. Click through to see it larger, with identifications and mouse-over notes. (As of this writing I haven’t finished the notes yet.)

For tags: Jason, Mr. Jones, Roger, Belladonna, and Steph. (If they haven’t done it already, obviously.)

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A very public service message

Since today is Super Sunday, it occurs to me that some people out there might be wanting to try to make their own Buffalo-style chicken wings. Well, I’ve got you covered here, folks: some years ago I posted the recipe.

How to make Buffalo-style chicken wings. This is the only way to do them and call them “Buffalo-style” or “Buffalo wings”. Cooking chicken wings in any other way does not result in Buffalo-style, folks, no matter how tasty they are. (And believe me, there are some amazingly tasty non-Buffalo wing preparations out there.)

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Hey look! Graphics!!!

My pictures are back, yay! I set things up to load graphics from each e-mail profile at a time, instead of loading all of the graphics from one profile at a time, so maybe I won’t have to re-jigger things after ten days. I’m still wanting to get some actual web hosting one of these days, but it’ll be mid-month before I can get to that, at the earliest. I am considering leaving the background water image off for good; anybody have any opinions thereof?

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Blowin’ out the wind

The Buffalo News‘s Larry Felser thinks that a boring Super Bowl is likely, because the game has so often been a blowout. Problem is, over the last fourteen years, it hasn’t. The era of consistent blow-out Super Bowls ended, I think, with the 49ers’ 49-26 pasting of the San Diego Chargers in SB XXIX; in thirteen games since then, there have been only two Super Bowls that I would consider blowouts: SB XXXV (Ravens 34, Giants 7) and SB XXXVII (Buccaneers 48, Raiders 21).

Now, how do we define a blowout? I personally consider a game to be a blowout if the margin of victory is more than seventeen points — and sometimes, not even then. Basically a blowout occurs when the losing team is never really in the game, so a blowout doesn’t necessarily have to be a 55-10 laugher like the 49ers drubbing of the Broncos in SB XXIV. Some games feel like blowouts but kind of aren’t: Denver’s 34-19 win over Atlanta in SB XXXIII was a borderline blowout, and I remember thinking during SB XLI that the game was either the most lopsided close game in history, or the closest blowout in history. Final score that day was Colts 29, Bears 17, but after the first quarter was over — after Chicago ran back the opening kick for a TD and after Peyton Manning calmed down — the game never felt close again, and I remember the TV guys talking at halftime about what the Bears needed to do to “get back in the game”, when they were only down by two points.

Yes, the Super Bowl was usually a boring affair for a long time, but looking back over the history of the game, virtually all of the big blowouts came during the NFC’s long era of dominance from 1985 to 1997; that era really did see blowout after blowout, with final scores like 38-16, 46-10, 39-20, 42-10, 55-10, 52-17; but even then, some of the games considered now to be boring blowouts really weren’t, in my view: the Bills’ 30-13 loss to Dallas looks like a blowout, but it was a competitive game followed by a collapse, and Green Bay’s 35-21 win over New England wasn’t a blowout either, with the Patriots hanging in there a while before the better team pulled away late.

Anyway, I haven’t seen a truly boring Super Bowl since the afore-mentioned 49ers-Chargers game, and I see no reason to expect a laugher today, either.

(And I might not even watch the game, seeing as how I’m in the Pacific time zone right now which puts the game in the middle of the afternoon. That feels weird!)

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Sunday Burst of Weirdness

Some oddities and wonderments:

:: This is terrific: a guy who has been making mock-ups of the covers to novelizations of popular movies, but with the art in a 1960s style. I love it! There are more throughout his Flickr stream.

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:: Did you ever wonder what things might have been like if John Denver had had a slightly more off-kilter song-writing style? Well, me either, but still….

:: Every kid wants to play Airport Security!

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More next week.

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