We’re excited about Dragon*Con and our interview with Robert J. Sawyer. In fact we’re picking his book Flashforward as our next read, which we’ll kick off next week. This week we wrap-up our last alternate selection, Fuzzy Nation by John Scalzi.
QUICK BURNS
Joe Abercrombie and R. Scott Bakker fans needed
Scientifically accurate sf novels with help from NASA
CALENDAR
9/1/2011 Seed, Robert Ziegler (Night Shade Books)
9/6/2011 Legacy of Kings by C. S. Friedman
9/6/2011 Tears of the Sun: A novel of change by S. M. Stirling
9/13/2011 The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
9/15/2011 War in Heaven by Gavin Smith
9/20/2011 Reamde, Neal Stephenson (William Morrow)
BARE YOUR SWORD
United Moon Colonies by Tom Merritt
Tamahome and Jenny on Sffaudio
Who’s going to Dragon*Con this year?
TV and Movies
And three more roles for THRONES
BOOK Wrap-up
Next Book Pick: Flash Forward by Robert J. Sawyer
EMAILS
Hey y’all,
Over in Goodreads I don’t know if this has been discussed yet, so sorry if it has. I’ve seen people wonder about using the hide spoiler feature in threads that are clearly marked spoilery from the get go. I think it’s still important to hide spoilers so people can decide to what degree they want to get spoilery. Also, perhaps more importantly, thread comments you make will appear in your friends’ feeds and they won’t be happy campers if a big nasty spoiler appears on their Goodreads home page after you comment on a spoilery thread. Keep up the good work, you guys have a lot of fun doing the show and it’s contagious!
thanks,
Philip
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Hey Tom and Veronica,
Catching up on podcasts and I heard Veronica say she was interested in a listener’s bad theatre experience, so I thought I’d share one I had recently. Like the letter writer, I’ve also had people wait outside the theatre for me because I’ve politely asked them to be quiet, but this one take the cake. I copied it from my tumblr, (Zombie Otaku), so I hope you don’t mind.
So I decide to leave the house for once and go see one of those moving pictures that are all the rage with the kids today. There is an art house/indy film theatre not far from me that I’ve always intended on frequenting, so last night was the night.
So I arrive, and it’s all old people. Well, older than me. All gray hair, all wearing slacks and weekend plaid. I’m wearing a Ramones shirt and Chuck Taylors, so they of course check their wallets and ask their spouses if they locked the car.
I decide to commit to this place and get a membership. This way I’ll have to go, since I paid extra and I hate not getting my money’s worth. The woman looks pissed off at me, since this means she has to fill out out a card and laminate it. Somehow, she gets through this ordeal.
I go into the theatre, ready to see Midnight In Paris. A contingent of what I assume were lawn bowlers sit down across the aisle and start yelling at each other in Greek, even though they’re sitting beside one another. A man in thick rimmed black glasses glares at them, switches off his iPhone, and storms to a new seat.
I counted lots of thick, black rimmed glasses on guys checking their iPhones.
The movie finally starts. At this point the ancient seats start giving me back spasms. Still, I’m going to enjoy this movie. Twenty minutes in, something flies past the screen.
I look. It flies past the screen again. Then it swoops over my head. The audience all jump.
BATS.
Now I’m not watching the movie. I’m watching bats flying around the place. I count three of them. When they fly close to the projector, their silhouette fills the screen, and I wonder how many us will now be inspired to fight crime as Batman.
Then they start swooping. I can feel one just miss my head, impacting on the chair behind me. It screams, flops around, and takes to the air again. I’m out of my chair, deciding someone should tell management we’re under attack.
But a bat is flying in front of the door leading to the lobby. It’s bouncing back and forth between the walls, getting pissed. Then it flies at me, I duck, and run out into the lobby.
The manager jumps out of his chair in his office. “What’s wrong?”
“Bats are attacking the audience,” I say, because I wasn’t sure what else to say. Do we discuss the decline of art cinema first, then move onto the bat problem?
He looks into the theatre. The bats are flying fast and furious in front of the screen.
“Yeah, I see them,” he says. “They’re early this year.”
So this is normal.
“I’m just worried someone might get bit,” I said,
“Yeah, I hope not,” he replied.
Silence.
“Guess I’ll go back in,” I said.
“Okay,” and he went back to his office.
So in I went. I watched the bats a bit longer, especially when they hung on the screen and screeched. But then they disappeared, and I finally got to watch the film.
Sean Twist
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