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Star Trek Beyond trailer

The new (and likely final) Star Trek Beyond trailer features an exclusive Rihanna song and a lot of emotions. Everyone is having feelings. Including Spock.

Check out the fancy song-trailer below:

The trailer is mostly footage that we’ve seen before, with a few extra establishing shots of the Enterprise clearly being blown apart. We get a better look at the ship that Sulu is flying at a different point, and it’s vaguely similar to the Enterprise NX-01 (perhaps it’s an older ship of a closer model?) Spock and McCoy are also cuddling hanging out for a change, which only raises my personal estimation on the film overall.

Also, for those who are tired of the terms “NuTrek” and “Abramsverse,” we finally have an official name for this alternate universe from CBS. It seems as though it will now be referred to as the “Kelvin Timeline,” after the ship that was destroyed when Nero came through the black hole from Prime Universe (the very same ship that Kirk’s father died on). You can check out the post detailing the new term on Trek Core, if you’re curious.

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Independence Day Resurgence Okun Brent Spiner

One of the very first classes I took in high school was a required English comp course, one that every student, including myself, was dreading. To break the ice on that nervous, greasy-eyed day in late 1996, the teacher asked each of us what movie we had most enjoyed seeing over the summer. Most of us answered: Independence Day. Sure, it was loud and simplistic, but we had never before seen entire cities being wiped out, never been able to conceptualize massive and realistic alien craft, never had to consider being confronted with such an inescapable threat until that movie came out.

I answered Independence Day, as well, of course. Not so much because of the spectacle, but because I loved imagining where the story could go after the ending. What would humanity do with all that new technology? Would we be able to live in harmony with the surviving aliens? Would the planetary alliance last beyond the great battle? Independence Day was fun, but I really wanted to know what came next after such a civilization-altering event.

I would have to wait twenty years.

Spoilers ahoy!

Resurgence answers a lot of the questions left over from the first film and really, the movie is at its most confident during its initial worldbuilding sequences. Turns out we definitely reverse-engineered the aliens’ laser guns and hover cars and clean fusion power and used it to rebuild our cities into big Star Trek-esque futurescapes and enter a new, shiny Space Age. We can Skype with the moon! We have a rapidly functional world government! We opened up new areas of study in psychic research and cosmic anthropology! All of these developments cohere into the futuristic (and heavily militaristic) society that we see in Independence Day: Resurgence. And all of the new characters that we’re introduced to are motivated by the needs of this science fiction society.

Unfortunately, the new characters alternate between being flat and underutilized. The Hemsworth (I don’t remember the character’s name) is supposedly our main character, the cipher that we see the story through, but there’s no substance to him. There’s a glimmer of something interesting in Dylan Hillard, son of the Now-Dead Will Smith: he’s continually trotted out as a simulacrum of his father and he’s expected to be grateful for that, but the movie doesn’t spend any time exploring his obvious discomfort in the artifice of his military celebrity status. I liked following the administrative back-and-forths of Patricia Whitmore, but she gets left behind by the story an awful lot, to the point where she has to remind the audience at the end of the movie that she’s a trained pilot and not just a government aide.

There are other interesting backstories that get left by the wayside, as well. Angelababy’s character Rain Lao zooms through scenes at a blur, never explaining why she’s so angry and so dogged when everyone else around her seems happy with the Earth’s new status quo. Deobia Oparei’s warlord Dikembe has a backstory so interesting it should have been its own movie. (Here’s the elevator pitch: His people had to fight off AN ENTIRE SHIP worth of aliens because no jet planes or other governments came to help his country during the invasion 20 years ago.)

It’s clear that filmmaker Roland Emmerich has thought about this sequel for just as long as I have. The first thirty minutes of the film offer a visually rich buffet of worldbuilding, weaving together to create a science fiction Earth suitably weird enough to transform the franchise into an epic space opera. But even with its extended running time, Resurgence can’t flesh out every detail, and this becomes the most glaring in regards to the underutilization of the more interesting new characters. Yes, the alien attack in 1996 left millions of orphans behind, including The Hemsworth, but there’s no time to think about who raised those kids afterwards…the aliens are back! Yes, the psychic link that Bill Pullman and Brent Spiner were attacked with in the first movie hints at the idea of telepathy being an emergent property of quantum entanglement and thus leading to a truly universal communication network, but there’s no time to think about that…the aliens are back! Yes, the aliens house their planet’s biosphere within their mothership and their corn fields look REALLY WEIRD, but there’s no time to think about that…the aliens are back! (And shooting at us through the space-corn. Stop, you guys, you’re ruining all the space-corn!)

There are SO MANY ideas in this movie and while Independence Day: Resurgence doesn’t do a great job at following up on them, it is nevertheless unashamed–gleeful, really–to present them. I think I would have absolutely loved Resurgence if it had come out shortly after the first film. The ideas alone would have blown my little mind; encouraged me to think larger, and weirder.

In 2016, however, the ideas in Resurgence just remind me of other movies I’ve seen and of other books I’ve read. Resurgence even opens with a cheeky homage to Robert Zemeckis’ film adaptation of Carl Sagan’s Contact, borrows some of the slick space visuals of the new Star Trek films, and uses basic astronomy concepts that the public would have seen Neil deGrasse Tyson explain in 2014’s Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey. I saw the movie’s “twist” coming immediately, mostly because I had just finished reading Cixin Liu’s “Three-Body Problem” book series.

But is this specialized knowledge that I brought into the movie, or a mainstream awareness that I share with the general audience? It’s difficult to say for sure. Sure, Resurgence shows us a giant spaceship containing eldritch horrors, but, you know, the general public also gleefully watched a foul-mouthed raccoon and his best friend (a tree) fly through the hollowed-out head of a giant space god only two years ago. Resurgence is downright quiet compared to that kind of mainstream weirdness.

I didn’t leave Resurgence imagining where the story could go after the ending, even though this time the film clearly tasks us to imagine where the story will go next. I know where these stories go. I’ve read those books. I’ve seen those shows. I’ve taken this journey. In the end, although I’ve waited a long time for it, Independence Day: Resurgence isn’t actually meant for me.

But I don’t think it needs to be. And honestly, that’s why I think the film succeeds. It’s a high concept storm of ideas. A visual library of writing prompts. A tie left frustratingly unstraightened. How do you team up with other alien races to stop a bad one? Does faster-than-light travel mean you’re obligated to be part of a cosmic community? How can a bunch of different alien races exist in the ecosystem of a single planet…?

Resurgence goes beyond mere spectacle and reaches for the stars. It doesn’t quite achieve them, but it has fun trying. It’s a good place for someone to start.



  • I didn’t talk at all about the returning cast, but I loved them. All but one of them chewed epic amounts of scenery and it gave the movie some much-needed charisma.
  • Vivica A. Fox’s death actually really, really got to me. That slow distant fall into the rubble–after saving that family–was pretty devastating.
  • Oh, and how about Dylan Hillard’s character essentially existing as a punching bag for trauma? He has to live in his dad’s shadow, he’s trotted out for ceremonies, he has no friends, and then he has to watch his mom die. AUGH.
  • I didn’t realize this until later, but the movie’s attempt to give Dylan a “Welcome to Earf!” line like Will Smith (“Time for a close encounter, bitch!”) is almost exactly like another catchphrase that Will Smith gives in the first movie. (“Now that’s what I call a close encounter!”) Ugh, this poor character.
  • #SadDylanHillard
  • BUT oh wow Dr. Okun’s gay relationship which outlasts even a 20 year coma and his laser and Brent Spiner slipping in an expert Star Trek joke…
  • There’s an attempt to give Bill Pullman another grand, stirring speech, and it’s a good one, but the movie cuts away from it before you can get a sense of how everyone’s reacting. It’s a puzzling editing choice that’s repeated throughout the film. Resurgence never really lets its moments linger and land. (I felt the same about Force Awakens, too. Maybe it’s just an artifact of modern cinema?)
  • Thank you for not killing Judd Hirsch, movie. I don’t think the tone of the film could have survived that.
  • I didn’t stick around for a post-credits scene. If there was one, I hope it was about how the sheer mass of the mothership would have messed up the orbit and rotation of the Earth. Like maybe Judd Hirsch is on the salt flats taking a walk in the morning with Jeff Goldblum and suddenly asks, “David…is the sun supposed to rise in the west?”



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Welcome to the weekly reread of Camber of Culdi! Last time, Camber joined the rebellion, and Coel conspired to frame Cathan for murder.

This week, Imre runs tragically out of control, disrupting plans on all sides.


Camber of Culdi: Chapters 10-12

Here’s What Happens: Chapter 10 picks up directly where Chapter 9 left off, with Imre shocked by Coel’s revelation that Cathan ordered Lord Maldred’s murder. Coel slithers and whispers and insinuates, until he has Imre convinced Cathan really wants to kill him.

Imre’s reaction actually makes Coel nervous. The king wants no official punishment. Imre burns the incriminating document and swears Coel to absolute secrecy. Then he orders Coel to summon Cathan to his chambers before tonight’s feast. As Coel leaves, he hears the king weeping.

Cathan obeys the king’s order. The narrative takes its time getting him to the room, describing the room, describing Cathan alone in the room, musing at length on how life and friendship have changed.

Eventually Imre appears, startling Cathan. Cathan begs pardon, though he has no idea what he’s done. Imre strings him out, tells him Maldred is dead. Cathan is startled, but he can see Imre is up to something. He treads very carefully. Imre is very volatile, very quick to lash out. Cathan swears he never blamed Imre for the peasants’ deaths.

They come to an awkward sort of detente. Imre observes, quite casually, that Cathan has been “implicated” in Rannulf’s death. Cathan is honest about his dislike of the man and his policies. Imre counters with the fact that Rannulf was “noble, Cathan, noble.”

They discuss the nature of nobility and the proper death for a nobleman. Imre is meditative. He beckons Cathan to him, all sweetness and lingering regret.

And stabs him in the heart.

Coel finds him with Cathan dead in his arms. Imre is all torn up between “having” to kill Cathan and being profoundly appalled that he did it.

Coel has to be very, very careful. This is not the turn of events he was trying to orchestrate. He has to play Imre’s veer off the script to his advantage, and convince Imre that Cathan’s whole family is a threat. Imre is terrified by what Camber will say. Coel keeps pressing the idea that Cathan was not the only danger, and talks Imre around to presenting Cathan’s death as a sudden collapse. The wound doesn’t exist, he declares, if Imre says it doesn’t, and the body has to be sent home to the family.

Coel treats the king like a bomb about to go off. After he’s organized the cleanup, he returns to find the king drunk and smashing wine glasses. He’s trashed his dressing room and terrorized his servants, and suddenly decided to wear scarlet instead of the previously and universally prescribed winter white.

Coel gets rid of the servants and sorts the king out. Before the king goes down to dinner, Coel has one last thing for him to do: approve Coel’s orders about Camber. The king, Coel realizes, is not in fact drunk. Imre signs the order without reading it. Coel points out that he could have written anything. Imre responds, “Not even you would dare that.”

The barbed conversation continues. Imre refers to Cathan’s “foul murder.” Coel counters with “sad demise,” unfortunate but necessary. Then he escorts the king to dinner.

It is not a happy occasion. The king is drastically late. Ariella has already begun the banquet. Imre’s attire is shocking and his drunken behavior more so. Ariella is annoyed. Imre spins off into crazy grief, starts throwing glassware, orders everyone out, then storms off to his rooms. Ariella takes off after him, but can’t get in; she decamps to her own chambers.

Imre is utterly beside himself. He makes his way eventually to Ariella and confesses the murder. She comforts him. Comfort quickly turns to something very different. It’s the first time, evidently, but it’s presented as inevitable—and fully consensual.

Chapter 11 opens with the arrival of Cathan’s body at Caerrorie. The family already knows: Cathan’s body squire brought the news in the night. We get a flashback in the squire’s viewpoint. His name is Crinan, and apparently he’s human, since he notices that Camber already seems to know what’s happened, and perceives this knowledge as uncanny and Deryni. Camber makes sure the rest of the family including Joram gets the news, and sends everyone to bed.

The timeline shifts back to the morning, with everyone waiting, in detail, for the body to arrive. The king’s lieutenant is annoyed by the way all the people line the road and bow as the bier passes—that’s a royal salute—but he’s too afraid of Camber to do anything about it.

Camber does not do anything violent. He takes possession of the body and politely but firmly shuts the king’s men out of the village church where Joram celebrates the funeral Mass.

The view shifts to Camber as he realizes the king’s men are still there during the funeral. He worries that they’re all about to be arrested, and wonders what the king knows.

He has a plan, and he still intends to execute it. He sends a page away unobtrusively, and the view shifts to Rhys, who wonders what’s going on.

The juggling of grief and politics continues. Camber brings Rhys with him to the sacristy, where Joram, finished with the Mass, has taken time to mourn. Camber needs to know what Joram told Cathan—which was nothing.

Camber thinks Imre suspects something. There’s no other explanation for Cathan’s death. Joram and Rhys to have to ride to St. Foillan’s immediately and extract Cinhil.

The logistics are challenging. They can’t use the Transfer Portal—it’s in the castle and the guards are right outside the church. They’re not expected in Dhassa, where they’ll all be safe from Imre, for three weeks. There’s an underground passage which ever so conveniently has an access door in this exact room, and the page is waiting at the other end with horses and supplies.

Joram wants to know how Camber will explain his absence. Camber won’t: Joram will still be there.

Rhys is clueless. Joram is horrified. This is a terribly immoral and deceitful plan, whatever it is. Camber is coolly implacable. They have to do this. There is no choice. “We’ve gone too far to stop now.”

Joram is furious. Rhys is still clueless. Camber remains immovable. It was their plan, but he’s totally on board now, and totally in charge.

Concedo,” says Joram.

Finally Camber explains to Rhys what’s going on. This is about shape-changing. That’s black magic, Rhys says. Not exactly, says Camber. It’s more grey. End justifies means and all that. (Our world has Machiavelli. Theirs has Camber.)

Camber is going to change two servants into Joram and Rhys. One will be Crinan, the other will be Wulpher the steward. They’re loyal and they’re “somewhat used to magic.”

Joram is still sulky. There’s still the burial rite, and Wulpher is not a priest. Camber has a comeback for that, too. Camber is not backing down.

He sends the confused and anxious Rhys to fetch the servants. Rhys is all a-shiver about practicing forbidden magic.

The rite is another of Kurtz’s elaborate liturgical-style rituals, with wards in place as Rhys comes back with the servants. Wulpher is all devoted and servile. Camber is all understanding and “I need this service of you” and so on and so forth. They’re both wide-eyed and awed.

Camber tells them what he’ll be doing with them. They’re dubious. Camber lets them know it involves magic. They’re even more dubious. Camber assures them they’ll be safe, it will be fine, there’s nothing to worry about. Wulpher falls to his knees and is all faithful and servant-y. Crinan wants to be sure this isn’t about killing the king. Not at all, says Camber. That’s all right, then, says Crinan.

With a little further backing and forthing and exchanging of clothes, the ritual finally begins. Camber is in charge, with Rhys in telepathic link. Rhys shifts first, with much surprise and amazement.

Camber is exhausted, but chuffed. No evil. “Joram will be pleased.”

There’s some considerable time devoted to Crinan being all amazed and wow and gee, and then he’s sent off to play at being Rhys, and it’s Joram and Wulpher’s turn. It’s all very wow.

Rhys goes off to spy on his double, feeling weird and uncomfortable about the whole thing. Then Camber and faux Joram emerge, ignoring him, and go to join faux Rhys in the church. Real Joram beckons him back into the sacristy, and off they go to St. Foillan’s. No tunnel adventure. Just off and out.

Chapter 12 returns to the funeral service and the burial. The royal guards are remarkably sympathetic, but they’re still there. They camp for the night in the castle yard.

Evaine joins her father in his study, and they “communed as only two Deryni might.” Then she follows him trustingly through the Transfer Portal to an unknown place: “the Michaeline Commanderie at Cheltham.”

Evaine wonders if the Vicar General will be happy to see them. Probably not, says Camber. Evaine works on keeping calm in the confined and exitless place. There’s no way out but through the Portal, and the air is getting harder to breathe.

Eventually a wall opens on men with swords, all very martial and alarming until they recognize Camber. They’re ushered into the presence of the bluff soldier Alister Cullen, who is not exactly thrilled with this new alliance, and who was not expecting to see Camber tonight.

Camber explains that there’s been a change in plans. Joram and Rhys will be there in four days, and Cathan is dead.

Cullen is shocked and deeply grieved. Camber tells him what happened—and yes, they examined the body and found the wound. He explains the rest as well, including the shape-changing spell.

Cullen is a practical man. He doesn’t condone it but he understands it. They work out the logistics of moving the whole family plus the two disguised servants to sanctuary, and allowing for a Plan B if Imre catches on before Joram and Rhys can extract Cinhil from the monastery.

Cullen is on it. The Michaelines can make their move in three days if they have to. “Until the true king comes again,” says one of his loyal henchmen, “the Michaelines shall cease to exist.”

Camber is amazed. Cullen’s man is vehement in his antipathy toward Imre, “the usurping son of regicides.” They all agree that it’s time for a Haldane restoration.

Camber worries that Cinhil might not be willing. Cullen is confident he will, and asks what he can do to help with the departure from Caerrorie. But Evaine and Camber are on that.

As they wrap the meeting, Cullen allows as how Camber might keep the two servants disguised for a while, if they’ll agree. For insurance. Cullen isn’t comfortable with this, but as noted above: practical man.

He asks if there are Deryni among the king’s guards in Caerrorie. The lieutenant, Camber answers, and maybe others. Be careful, says Cullen.

Camber likes him. He asks Cullen to pray for all of them. Cullen is surprised. Clearly they have some history, but now, equally clearly, they’re on the same side.

Camber and Evaine transport back to the sacristy and find Cathan’s widow Elinor waiting in distress. The lieutenant wants to speak to Camber. There’s a blizzard brewing, and he wants to move his men into the hall.

Camber is less than thrilled. He hurries to put on a nightrobe and clear out his mind. “(After all, the man was a Deryni.)”

The lieutenant is restless and pacing. Camber moves smoothly to make excuses. Of course the guards can come inside, but he really does hope they’re not planning to stay “indefinitely.” Would the lieutenant be so kind as to define the term?

The lieutenant can’t. He’s to remain “until I receive further orders.”

Camber presses him for specifics. Is the family under arrest?

The lieutenant is very uncomfortable, and Camber isn’t letting up. So Cathan didn’t just collapse? The lieutenant can’t answer that, either.

Camber is courteous and grants the lieutenant his wish for shelter. On Camber’s way out, one of the king’s men, who looks vaguely familiar, high-signs him.

They meet in the shadows. It’s Guaire of Arliss, and of course Camber knows who he is. He tells Camber about Earl Maldred’s murder. Camber asks if he’s Deryni, but he isn’t. Camber pulls him away further, to a storage room, and asks if Guaire and Cathan had linked minds.

They had, and Camber begs permission to do the same. Guaire is a true friend. Camber picks up that Imre had something to do with Cathan’s death, and that Coel Howell was heavily involved.

He sends Guaire back to the hall, and Guaire promises to let him know when new orders arrive. Then Camber goes back through the hall, thinking about Joram and Rhys and grieving for his elder son.

And I’m thinking: So Camber goes out for no perceptible reason, then goes back in, with soldiers bowing and forelock-tugging along the way. Not suspicious at all. Nope. Uh-huh. And how very convenient that a nice, loyal young man is one of the royal watchdogs.

That’s not so well thought out. Nor is the whole telepathy thing. It shows up when it’s useful and otherwise it’s just sort of not there, and suddenly a Deryni commander is worrisome but he picks up nothing despite the heavy-duty magic going on right under his nose, not to mention all the people coming and going, openly and otherwise. It reminds me of cell phones before they became ubiquitous, when writers were figuring out how they worked, and hadn’t quite caught on yet to all the ramifications.

I have to give Camber props for actually asking permission to turn two servants into Joram and Rhys. You know he won’t let them refuse, but it’s nice of him to give them an illusion of choice.

These chapters otherwise are pretty heavy hitters. Imre flies off the rails, and suddenly Cathan is dead. Even wily Coel is caught off guard by that, and so is Imre. He is clearly not sane. And then he tops it off by going to bed with his sister.

He’s an interesting character. Everybody is nervous around him; he’s dangerous and unpredictable and ultimately deadly. But he obviously loves Cathan, and he grieves terribly for the loss.

None of it bodes well for anyone under his power. He would be almost too much—it’s obvious we need a huge honking reason for the conspiracy to restore the Haldanes—but it actually works. Imre is weirdly sympathetic even while he’s hateful enough that we’ll all cheer if and when he bites the dust.

On the other hand I’m finding it hard to feel anything about Cathan’s death. Obviously it’s a huge tragedy for his family, and it’s a strong precipitating event for the Haldane Restoration, but he’s such a manifest idiot and so blindly loyal to the monstrous Imre that it almost feels as if he had it coming. He’s literally too stupid to live.

The other great tragedy of the series so far, the magical murder of Bronwyn and Kevin in Deryni Checkmate, takes much longer to unfold and struck me much more strongly when it happened. It’s a more poignant situation and even though Bronwyn isn’t really any brighter than Cathan, she doesn’t go around begging to be killed, either. Cathan ought to realize how unstable Imre is, and take better precautions than he does.

He’s seriously outplayed by Coel, though the Coel versus Camber celebrity deathmatch is still ahead. It’s clear nobody is a twistier politician than Camber, and Camber has just had Enough.

Cathan is a plot device. He’s fridged, and the plot ramps up to full gear. Now the race is on to find Cinhil and convince him to take up his heritage before Imre (or Coel) catches on.

Judith Tarr’s first novel, The Isle of Glass, a medieval fantasy that owed a great deal to Katherine Kurtz’s Deryni books, appeared in 1985. Her most recent novel, Forgotten Suns, a space opera, was published by Book View Café in 2015, and she’s currently completing a sequel. In between, she’s written historicals and historical fantasies and epic fantasies, some of which have been reborn as ebooks from Book View Café. She has won the Crawford Award, and been a finalist for the World Fantasy Award and the Locus Award. She lives in Arizona with an assortment of cats, a blue-eyed spirit dog, and a herd of Lipizzan horses.

Catching Up with Preacher Season 1

Jun. 27th, 2016 07:45 pm
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At this point, halfway into the first season of a new show, we should have a solid idea of who the players are, what their motivations and goals are, and generally where the main arc is headed. Suffice it to say, Preacher is no ordinary show, for good and bad. It’s shit-kicking fun, but could seriously use some focus pull on the plot.

On a meta level, Preacher is aiming at some very complex targets. Jesse claims to be a good man now, that people can change, and that he can be an agent for change on the Lord’s behalf. Tulip ain’t buying it for reasons that go beyond romance. She needs Jesse to still be bad because that gives her cause to mete out revenge on Carlos. On a deeper level, if he can’t change, then there’s no point in her trying to, either. His bad behavior is her excuse to continue to live a life of cowboy justice and moral apathy. Change bores Cassidy. On the surface, he loves the life he leads. We still haven’t had enough shading in on Cassidy’s personality, but if the comics are anything to go by, the audience would do well to hold onto that notion of change and “We are who we are.”

Tulip is right, Jesse is a bad man and no amount of holy collars and tight black jeans can change that. He uses the Voice to force his will much like he and Tulip once used guns. He cares more about the gold star of being a savior than of actually taking time to save people. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whether the Voice is God or not (it’s not). Jesse isn’t interested in the will of God any more than he cares about the fate of the church. Jesse Custer cares about himself and satisfying his ego. Talking Odin Quincannon into “believing” in God is a power trip dressed up in sacramental cloth. if Jesse truly cared about the fate of his flock, he’d stick around long enough to see the results of his will. He uses the Voice with increasingly reckless abandon, giving vague commands with no consideration to how those orders will be enacted or what the consequences will be.


Preacher is a gorgeous, powerfully acted show with a gonzo script and hyper stylized, pulpy tone. It’s also absolute anarchy on the storytelling front, often sacrificing key character development moments or much needed explication for monologues and shocks. Not that those monologues aren’t haunting and vivid, or the shocks chilling and rife with gallows humor. The chainsaw murder scene in the church as Cassidy and the Heavenly choirboys battle over a passed-out Jesse will go down as one of the best scenes in the show’s (hopefully long) history. I’ve gone back to rewatch that scene several times now and it gets funnier each time. And Ruth Negga is the queen of devastating speeches. Despite the weak Texas accent (a crime the main trio are all guilty of), she nails the emotional core of every line. Listening to her recount a darkly funny story about Jesse shooting a komodo dragon because a guy ogled her, you can almost see the scene play out in real time. Problem is, the story doesn’t actually tell us anything we don’t already know.

By episode 5, nearly every scene with Jesse, Tulip, and Cassidy interacting with each other hits the same beats with no new rhythm. The story keeps circling the plot instead of pushing it forward. And as much as I love the trips down flashback lane with the Saint and Ratwater, until they find a way to connect back to Jesse in a way that’s more meaningful than our preacher man watching the sunrise under the hanging tree, the digression is more or less pointless to everyone not familiar with the comics. Same goes for the Man in the White Hat and Suit.


All this has me worried about the future of the show. There is an over-reliance on titillation, to the point where the storytelling is starting to suffer. With every new, seemingly unconnected side story thrown into the mix with no foundation or focus, the confusion gets deeper. I know where the Ratwater story is going, but even I was getting a bit bored by the end of it because I knew we still wouldn’t get any tie into the main plot. I know why they’re showing these history lessons and I know how they will eventually connect back to Jesse, but without actually building up the connective tissue, it’s time stolen from the main characters.

This is what comes of trying to cram in too many stories and characters too soon. Preacher is strong enough on other fronts that I don’t think the writers’ scattershot approach is a death knell, but here’s hoping it’s first season jitters rather than a plan for the future. If Preacher is going to use seemingly unrelated flashbacks every season à la Arrow, the show and I might have to have some words.

Final Thoughts

  • “I know you, Jesse Custer. I know that deep down, you’re a bad, bad man.”
  • “Now, there’s three possible explanations here. Number one: John Travolta. You know the movie where he gets his power from a brain tumor. Number two: Jason Bourne. Gets his power from a secret government agency. Or, aye, it’s least likely, but it’s my favorite: you’re a Jedi.”
  • I’m also a bit worried about Dominic Cooper. Jesse Custer should be the most interesting person in the trio, but he’s vastly outcharmed and outacted by Negga and Gilgun. Cooper is obviously capable of more than what he’s putting out in Preacher, but heaven help me, I’d kinda rather have a spinoff with Tulip kicking Cassidy’s ass from sea to shining sea.
  • Out of all the things they chose to keep from the comics, fridging the Saint’s wife and daughter should not have been it. And to add the rape of a nice woman to his motivations doesn’t make me any more confident in Preacher’s writers’ room.
  • Donny’s B-plot has become much more intriguing. He starts off as a redneck bruiser and ends up weeping and helpless.
  • If the hanging tree is so close to Annville, does that mean Annville is built over Ratwater, or is it a neighboring town? The former would make for a more fascinating tangle, for reasons I won’t get into for comics spoilers…
  • I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do with Emily. She hasn’t done much but pine over Jesse and sit still while he exploits the hell outta her. If she plans on getting some comeuppance on him, she better hurry up and get to it.
  • Speaking of feminism and wasting perfectly good female characters, I very much do not care for turning Emily and Tulip into harpies bickering over a man. I get that the writers think they’re playing at the women vying to be Jesse’s moral compass, but it comes off as two women doing battle over a dude who doesn’t deserve either of them, which ugh.

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Gas Station | Campbell, CA, USA

(I am a cashier at a 24-hour gas station. I am working the graveyard shift. A large storm is coming through, and we have lost power. It’s about 2 am, and completely pitch black at the station. A car comes pulling in; a guy gets out, and tries to start pumping gas. He then approaches the booth.)

Customer #1: “Your gas pumps aren’t working.”

Me: “Sir, we have no power.”

Customer #1: “I need gas.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we have no power.”

Customer #1: “Just turn the pump on.” *he then flicks his credit card into the drawer and walks off*

(Normally, we have a PA system to talk to customers. But we have no power. So I just sit there until the man comes back angry now.)

Customer #1: “I told you I need gas! I gave you my credit card! Turn on the pump.”

Me: “Sir, your card is in the tray. We have no power. We can’t pump gas. We can’t even turn on the lights. You need to go somewhere else.”

Customer #1: *saying this slow and angry* “I… NEED… GAS!”

Me: “Then you need to find a gas station that has power. I cannot pump gas without electricity.”

Customer #1: “If you won’t let me pump gas, you’ve lost my business. I’m going elsewhere.”

Me: “Have a nice evening, sir.”

(The customer gets in his car and screeches away. A couple hours later the power comes back on, so we are open. A completely different customer comes up to the window.)

Customer #2: “Hi, I’d like to get a fill up. Oh, and it looks like someone left their credit card in the drawer. I don’t want you to confuse it with mine.”

(I looked, and it was the first customer’s credit card. We held it for 48 hours but he never came back for it. I guess because he couldn’t see it because it was pitch black, he forgot about it.)

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Nearly 20 years after retiring, Sergei Makarov has been named as part of the 2016 Hockey Hall of Fame Class, joining Pat Quinn, Rogie Vachon and Eric Lindros.

“Oh my gosh, the wait is over,” is what Hall Chairman Lanny MacDonald said Makarov responded with when told the great news from his home in Russia.

Markarov’s case is a unique one in that his resumes on the NHL and international level are impressive, and in a year where there weren’t any slam-dunk candidates, the former Soviet star will finally get enshrined in Toronto this coming November. 

As one-third of the famed Soviet ‘KLM’ line along with Vladimir Krutov and Igor Larionov, who is one of the 18 members of the selection committee, Makarov saw an incredible amount of success on the international stage. Golds from two Olympic Games, eight World Championships and two World Junior Championships can be found in his trophy case during his time playing for the Soviet Union. He would record 83 goals and 172 points in 145 appearances representing his country at the senior level. In 2001 he was inducted into the IIHF Hall of Fame.

On the club level with CSKA Moscow, he won 11 consecutive league titles and led the Soviet league in scoring for nine seasons, winning three MVPs.

The Calgary Flames drafted Makarov in the 12th round of the 1983 draft, six spots after fellow countryman Alexei Kasatonov. Once he arrived in the NHL, he made an immediate impact, finishing fourth on the team in scoring with 24 goals and 86 points while leading all rookies. That first-year success in North America helped earn him the 1990 Calder Trophy. 

That NHL rookie of the year honor, of course, was a controversial one given he was 31 at the time. Soon after, wording on the award was changed to make it so players could not be over the age of 26 and have played more than 25 regular season games in any single season or more than six regular season games in any major professional league in the two preceding seasons.

"When you Google Sergei Makarov’s name, you better have lots of paper ready to write down what you find as far as his accomplishments," Larionov told ESPN.com’s Pierre LeBrun last summer. "You look at his longevity, his consistency, his skill level, he played more than 20 years and was one of the best players in the game.”

Makarov would reunite with Larionov in 1993 with the San Jose Sharks and form the 'OV' line with Johan Garpenlov. He would lead the team in scoring with 30 goals and 68 points and help upset the No. 1 seeded Detroit Red Wings in the first round of the Western Conference quarterfinals.

After playing for parts of two more seasons in the NHL and the Swiss league, Makarov decided to hang up his skates following a decorated career.

“For everyone who plays the game, this is the top place,“ said Markarov in a statement. “It will be so nice to join all of those great players.”

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Posted by Jen Neale

The Ottawa Senators were expecting big things from Alex Chiasson. He was one of the key pieces going from the Dallas Stars to the Ottawa Senators in the trade for Jason Spezza nearly two years ago. However, Chiasson just never seemed to catch on with the Sens. 

Per the collective bargaining agreement, the Senators would have had to qualify Chiasson at the bare minimum of $1.2-million; what he made last season. Teams have until 5:00 p.m. EST on Monday, June 27 to make qualifying offers to their RFAs in order to retain their rights.

According to Renaud Lavoie of TVA Sports, Chiasson had yet to receive his qualifying offer from the Senators and hinted that a trade could be in the works. 

A few hours later, the trade came down with Chiasson going to the Calgary Flames in exchange for defenseman Patrick Sieloff. Shortly thereafter, the Flames signed Chiasson to a one-year, $800,000 contract.

Essentially, he took a $400,000 discount for a change in scenery. His offensive production was stagnant in Ottawa with 40 points in 153 games.

The fresh start is welcomed by Chiasson.

Getting Chiasson at a discount is incredibly helpful to the Flames financial situation. The team is currently negotiating extensions for RFAs Johnny Gaudreau and Sean Monahan.

In Calgary he's reunited with new Flames head coach Glen Gulutzan who was his coach while they were with the Dallas Stars. Under Gulutzan, Chiasson had the best offensive season of his NHL career of 35 points in 79 NHL games.

As for the return in the trade, Ottawa picks up Patrick Sieloff with one year remaining on his RFA contract at $894,166, per General Fanager.

The 22-year-old defenseman played in one game for the Calgary Flames, netting one point. He spent the rest of last season with the Stockton Heat (AHL). He had 11 points in 52 games with 54 penalty minutes. He's been at the wrong end of the injury bug throughout his career.

From Flames Nation post 'Realistic expectations for Patrick Sieloff' back in July 2015:

Patrick Sieloff hasn’t had hurdles in his short hockey career, he’s had walls – gigantic walls that have impeded his progression and have left many questioning his future.

The truly disappointing part isn’t what he’s endured the last three years, it’s the fact that he has all the parts to the car, but hasn’t had the time to put it together yet. I know he’s not the shiny new toy anymore, and heading into the upcoming draft he’ll surely fade even farther out of the collective eye, but let’s not give up on a kid who hasn’t given up on himself yet.

Making the leap from perennial minor league to Senators Top 6 seems unlikely unless he shows something we haven't seen yet. 

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Posted by Josh Cooper

Two recently released Buffalo police reports shed some details on alleged physical harassment incidents involving Evander Kane at a Buffalo bar early last Friday morning.

One report said, “While inside Bottoms Up nightclub, suspect threatened complainant and made derogatory comments to her. While outside in the parking lot of bar, suspect grabbed complainant around the throat and tried pushing her into his car.”

Another noted, “that while inside Bottoms Up, suspect grabbed her by the arms and tried forcing her out of the bar.”

Bottom’s Up is a nightclub on Chippewa Street.

According to WVIB last weekend, the investigation was in its “preliminary stages.” No arrests have been made and no charges have been filed.

The Buffalo News pointed out what such investigations could yield if charges are filed.

Police say the section of law that Kane may have violated, depending on the outcome of their investigation, would fall under misdemeanor second-degree harassment. 

 Also Kane’s attorney Paul J. Cambria spoke to the Buffalo News on his client’s innocence.

“We reviewed the videos and talked to everyone on that and he steadfastly denies doing anything wrong and we have seen nothing to the contrary.” 

This is the second time in the span of seven months that Kane has come under investigation. In Dec. 2015, Kane was investigated by police for an alleged 'sex offense' at a local hotel. He was later cleared of all wrongdoing by the police

Buffalo traded for Kane in the 2014-15 season after Kane had a tumultuous six years with the Winnipeg Jets/Atlanta Thrashers organization.

“If it’s true then we have to deal with it. If it’s false again, then I guess we have to come up with a different plan of attack to make sure that these accusations that may not be true, how do we stop them [from happening]?” Sabres general manager Tim Murray said at the NHL Draft.

Added Murray, “No, I haven’t spoke with him. I’ve heard the stories. The very first part of it that came out didn’t sound very good. The stuff I’ve heard since from various people that have made statements that night that say they didn’t make statements. I’ve talked to his agency. They’ve heard a different story than what was reported. So I really … I’m commenting, but I can’t comment in detail. I’ve got nothing to comment on.”

Kane has yet to publicly address the alleged incident.


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It started with The Hunger Games.

2010-2011 was a pretty rough time for me, mentally speaking. I spent a lot of it as an anxious wreck, and even though I was medicated, it was only working so well. For a while, it felt like literally anything could trigger a panic attack for me, but nothing was as sure-fire as depictions of violence. Didn't matter if they were fictional or real; if it involved people being hurt, I couldn't deal with it.

In early 2011, Mockingjay had been out for a couple months, and things were revving up for the first movie. Friends were recommending it to me, but the idea of a book/movie about a bunch of kids trying to kill each other turned my stomach.

Then I thought to myself, "I could just not."

It's a thought that probably shouldn't have felt like a revelation, but it did. I could just sit it out, let things pass me by, trade missing out on things I might enjoy for not having panic attacks.

Eventually, things changed in my life, and the panic attacks tapered off. I never went back to violence, though; my life was better without it, so I just decided to keep going. Read more... )

Something positive

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Tomorrow is my birthday and I have set up a fundraising page for the charity Bloodwise to celebrate.
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I started taking antidepressants almost four years ago. Several months after I started taking them I realized that it's not normal to need to nap every day to not feel exhausted, so I talked to my psychiatrist and switched to a different drug. Almost immediately, and definitely a week or two afterwards I felt so much better than I had before – not so tired all the time!, it was great. I hadn't thought the switch would affect me this much; I can't say how much of my mood or of how well I'm doing is due to the meds I'm taking, which is unsettling.

If necessary I could keep taking antidepressants for the rest of my life, but I don't want to. I could deal with the logistics (though it's annoying); it'd just be easier without, and I'd be more comfortable. I'm getting better, and I hate the uncertainty about how much of that is because of the meds and what would happen if I stopped taking them.

So I talked with my psychiatrist about lowering the dose of antidepressants. I thought now was a good time: I'm done with my degree, there's no urgent deadline, and if it takes me a bit longer to find a job it's inconvenient but not awful (thanks to my generous parents.) My therapist disagreed, she thought it might be difficult now because I'm dealing with new things and that's challenging, but I didn't want to wait several months until I have a job stable enough to "risk" side-effects.

For a month now I've been taking half the dose of meds compared to before, and I don't think it's working very well. For a while I had dental stuff to excuse my tiredness (they had to cut the wound open again last week, ugh), but now… I'm feeling very tired almost all the time again, and it's hard to find motivation to do stuff. I'm usually fine as soon as I leave the house and/or meet with people, but when I'm home and on my own it's difficult. I haven't even seriously started looking for a job yet.

Obviously the logical solution would be to go back to the full dose of meds, maybe try again in a year. I know that. It's just… dammit, I hate feeling so dependent on meds. I've felt like this before even when I was taking the full dose, and I got better and worked through it and recovered. I'd like to think that I could do the same thing again. I don't know how long it would take though, and it's hard and I don't really want to do it, I just want to have done it.

This here written to convince myself to call my psychiatrist tomorrow and discuss switching back to the full dose. I'm pretty sure she'll go along with whatever I want to do. Reassurances that this is a smart decision (or other advice) would be appreciated.
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Rereading the Vorkosigan Saga Lois McMaster Bujold

Last week, we finished with Shards of Honor and its unofficial epilogue, “Aftermaths.” This week, we’re staring Barrayar! The third book in the Vorkosigan Saga in chronological order, but the fourth in publication order, Barrayar won both the Hugo Award for best novel and the Locus Award for Best Science Fiction novel in 1992. The book has been through a number of publishing formats in a lot of places, and it has a lot of cover art.

If you’d like to catch up on previous posts in the reread, the index is here. At this time, the spoiler policy permits discussion of all books EXCEPT Gentlemen Jole and the Red Queen. Discussion of any and all revelations from or about that book should be whited out.

6089607For understandable dramatic reasons, many cover artists have focused on Cordelia’s raid on the Imperial Palace and Vordarian’s execution. At right was Baen’s original paperback cover.

I love this image of Droushnakovi in an imperial dress uniform with Koudelka’s sword stick. The uterine replicator looks impractically large to move, and I don’t recall that Drou ever wore that uniform. But she should have been allowed to—Look how great she looks proving she’s earned it.

38227471d3daf88651051d5103f0e173Most of these images suggest that the artists were very excited about Cordelia, but sometimes other characters suffer.

The Russian edition (left) makes Bothari look like Lurch from the Addams Family. This is neither accurate nor fair in an image where Vordarian’s decapitated head gets to look like Gary Oldman.

vorkosigan-CordeliasHonorThe Cordelia’s Honor cover (right), from the compilation of Shards of Honor and Barrayar, has a lot of fans. I’m glad to see the green dress that Alys Vorpatril picked for Cordelia for the Emperor’s birthday, although I wish we also got to see the ivory over-vest. I’m having a hard time working out what Cordelia is doing here. That’s not a swordstick, Cordelia doesn’t sit on thrones, why is there a matador behind her?

The Fictionwise ebook cover (below, left) also features a sword that is not a stick and two generic hands. The early days of computer graphics were dark and full of dangers. I’m gonna give this artist credit for trying to replicate the wavy watermark on the sword blade, and for completing their first computer graphics project.

f-bThe mostly orange cover below and to the right was Baen’s second paperback edition. It’s the work of Stephen Hickman, and features his characteristic use of layers and color. I wish I could say I just know this stuff, but I don’t—I looked Hickman up on Wikipedia.

BarrayarKoudelka’s sword stick features again—and once again, is not a stick. Cordelia’s hand is over Bothari’s, in his armsman’s livery. The orange background is not quite flame-y enough to evoke the fire they set in the Residence.

Scott Murphy’s NESFA press cover (below) shows Bothari, Drou, and Cordelia escaping the Residence with the uterine replicator and Vordarian’s head in a bag. The bag was taken from Kareen’s closet, and came from an expensive Vorbarr Sultana women’s retailer, so I’m finding the bag lacking, but I do appreciate the suggestion of Vordarian’s profile. And, I prefer the bag to the artistic license of just hauling Vordarian’s head around by its hair.


I love this, and I was excited to have an easy decision about which cover I liked best, and then I saw THIS:


It’s like trying to choose my favorite butter bug. Do I want the symbolic resonance of Piotr’s shadow looming over Aral, Cordelia, and vulnerable baby Miles in stark monochrome, which is the CENTRAL CRISIS in this book, or the detailed genre painting of Cordelia’s effort to end the war?

In the end, the presence of Drou and Bothari, in combination with my lifelong affection for genre paintings, won the day. It was a really close call.




Chapters 1 and 2 of Barrayar remind us that Beta Colony’s very serious issues with medical consent don’t make Barrayar a great place to live.


Barrayar begins approximately 26.7 hours after Shards of Honor ends. The purpose of these first two chapters is to fill in the viewers who tuned in late. Bujold is reminding us of the important things, giving us the basic orientation tour of Barrayaran culture, and pointing out some of the people who suffer from its constraints. Barrayaran culture is based on a system of class privileges. It’s sexist, and it has no tolerance for people with disabilities. These chapters are built around tension between the bastions of Barrayaran culture and those who suffer from it.

The novel opens with Cordelia’s second thoughts. I’m glad she’s having these, because I had them two weeks ago. Cordelia is wearing Vor skirts in tan, a relic of her old Betan Survey uniform and of the last moment she was comfortable on Beta Colony. Cordelia is grappling with insecurity while looking in the mirror. She has an interesting Our Town moment where she notes that her face is good for all practical purposes. And then, having taken me to that ordinary place snapping beans on the porch, she applies the same thinking to Bothari’s face, illustrating the wide range of purposes that Barrayar puts things to. Bothari is in actual uniform, this one the brown and silver Vorkosigan livery. Cordelia thinking about liveried retainers focuses on what Bothari retains. Mine focuses on the War of the Roses, and the subsequent elimination by the Tudor kings of the traditional noble privilege of livery and maintenance. This is because I know there’s a civil war in this book, and Cordelia doesn’t. Aral is also wearing a uniform today—his is imperial dress green. In contrast to “Aftermaths” where the dead were transformed from symbols back into individuals, the uniforms transform everyone into living symbols. Cordelia labels them the walking wounded, with herself as the lady auxiliary. But Cordelia was also wounded at Escobar; It’s why she’s here.

The business of the chapter is the preparations for the vote that will confirm Aral as Regent for Emperor Gregor. Aral asks Cordelia to be his liaison to Princess Kareen and Gregor. He also discusses using her to facilitate the creation of a more realistic progressive movement (the old one prefers to limit itself to “the people who matter”). Cordelia would prefer a constitutional convention. Aral absolutely refuses—it’s not that he disagrees with Cordelia on this point, it’s that he has sworn to hand power over to Gregor in sixteen years. Aral confirms that Negri’s assignment to Gregor and Kareen is a signal that he will protect the emperor’s interests if they conflict with Aral’s. Cordelia has no interest in being Empress. There’s a sort of “not Lady MacBeth-ness” to this scene, where Cordelia disavows all interest in political power. Just because Cordelia doesn’t want to be Lady Macbeth doesn’t mean that no one does.

In Vorrutyer’s quarters just after his unfortunate accident, Aral struggled to think of the Betan phrase, “a day late and a dollar short.” We see the inverse of that now, where Cordelia attempts an optimistic summary the political milieu with the Barrayaran saying “With all this manure around, there’s got to be a pony someplace.” And indeed, the guards who follow her and Aral around are a product of the enemies Cordelia is in the process of acquiring.

At the Palace to meet with Kareen and Gregor, Koudelka struggles with the stairs. At the top of the stairs, we meet Droushnakovi. She’s a Servant of the Inner Chamber and a Bodyguard, Class One. Aral has a very serious talk with four-year-old Gregor about what a regent is and what Gregor’s responsibilities are (listening to his mother and studying hard with his tutors). Aral avoids mentioning Serg at all, which we know will become a trend and will come back to bite him. His speech is pitched poorly for the understanding of a four-year-old. It’s not traumatizingly bad or anything, just not comprehensible to a kid who clearly wants to get back to playing with his robot stegosaurus. I imagine that the curriculum for four-year-old future leaders of the not-really-free world probably includes Greek, French, Russian, and really serious table manners. Negri ruins Aral’s stilted attempt at keeping the conversation age appropriate by discussing a suspected homicide. Kareen tactfully invites Cordelia to stay and visit so she doesn’t have to stand in the hall during classified conversations Negri, Illyan, Koudelka and Aral need to have down in Ops. MARK OF A TRUE PRINCESS.

Things relax as soon as the men leave the room. Gregor goes back to playing, Kareen becomes more animated, and Droushnakovi asks about Koudelka. Cordelia explains that he was wounded by nerve disruptor fire in the opening shot of the Escobar war, but does not reveal that the incident was facilitated by her own crew, which had failed to anticipate that their embrace of the democratic process in an inappropriate military context might have a downside. Beta Colony let one of Aral’s mutineers shoot Koudelka, and now it can’t provide the medical treatment he needs to fix his nervous system properly.

Kareen asks Drou to take Gregor to his lunch before taking the conversation further. It’s like Kareen is asking Drou to return Gregor to his childhood. Gregor appears to agree with my interpretation—he’s excited about cream cakes. Kareen is excited about Cordelia. Like most of the population of Beta Colony, Kareen is under the impression that Cordelia killed Vorrutyer. Cordelia passes credit to Bothari, who isn’t there and whose hand Kareen doesn’t seem interested in kissing. Serious conversation ends almost as soon as it had begun; Gregor returns. Tea is served. Gregor gets a second cream cake (but not one for his stegosaurus—tough break.) Droushnakovi sighs over opportunities for women in Beta Colony’s mixed service. Later in the evening, Droushnakovi is reassigned to Vorkosigan House and Cordelia’s personal security. I can see why Kareen thought they would suit each other. It disturbs me that Drou is delivered like a package.

In the morning, Cordelia and Drou chat about Drou’s background (lots of brothers, some Judo), and Cordelia buys a swordstick for Koudelka. The staff at the shop are patronizing and she is annoyed. She tests out merchandise by sticking it into the wall and leaning on it. I approve. Cordelia has to trade on her status as Aral’s wife to get away with it. She refers to this as the appeal to irrelevant authorities. The Barrayaran adventure continues when Cordelia gives the swordstick to Koudelka, who can’t accept it because he’s not Vor and isn’t allowed to own a private sword. Aral issues it to him to carry in the service of the Emperor, and then he can have it. For the rest of his life—he drops it and rolls it under the couch in A Civil Campaign. He’s retired at that point, so someone must have worked something else out.

Having demonstrated some aspects of Vor male privilege, Cordelia and Aral retire to the library to read and discuss Barrayaran ableism. It’s a dismal picture. Aral points out that Ensign Dubauer wouldn’t have lived on Barrayar. Cordelia declines to point out that Aral offered her his knife so she could slit Dubauer’s throat. Aral blames the Age of Isolation, which ended only 80 years ago. Barrayar has re-adopted galactic technology, at least in cities, but cultural change is slower. Bujold is a little vague on Piotr’s age here, but he’s a relic of an older time. He’s very excited about his grandson. Piotr is such a bastion of Barrayaran culture that he gets to name his first grandchild. Aral and Cordelia’s firstborn will be named after his grandfathers—Piotr Miles. They’re looking forward to choosing names for their next children.

The chapter closes with Count Vidal Vordarian storming out of the library, threatening to deny Aral his vote. Piotr insists that his son will never betray the Vor class. Vordarian (whose first name is Vidal, which is SO DELIGHTFULLY BAD GUY because it’s like the shampoo) uses a cold stare to imply that marrying Cordelia could easily become class betrayal. Piotr’s mother was also Betan so Cordelia’s mere Betan-ness isn’t grounds for the complaint. Either Vordarian isn’t as good at history as I am, or his issue with Cordelia is that she’s a soldier/astrogator, not a Betan. Vordarian should be good at history, because he’s aware that he has a claim to the throne. Aral is one of five men who have a better claim than Ezar’s. The Emperor did not name the other four, but Vordarian seems to feel he should be on that list. He has been cultivating Kareen in the hopes of advancing his candidacy, not that their was a formal campaign for the position—it’s an Imperial appointment subject to approval by the Council of Counts, not an elected office. Kareen doesn’t make Imperial Appointments—she is not even her son’s legal guardian—which makes Vidal Vordarian This week’s most ironic victim of Barrayaran sexism.

Tune in next week for chapters 3 and 4—Emperor Ezar dies, but life goes on.

Ellen Cheeseman-Meyer teaches history and reads a lot.

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Posted by Greg Wyshynski

Eric Lindros is a Hockey Hall of Famer. 

Lindros, who dominated for a stretch of years with the Philadelphia Flyers before concussions cut his years short, was elected to the Hall of Fame on Monday along with Sergei Makarov, the long-time Russian scoring champ; Rogie Vachon, long-time NHL goaltender; and coaching great Pat Quinn as a builder.

Lindros is 19th in NHL history in points per game average with 1.138. He won the Hart and the Pearson in 1995. He has just 760 NHL career games, however, in a concussion-plagued career. But after Cam Neely and Pavel Bure made the Hockey Hall of Fame, the lack of games-played became less controversial. And as Bure showed, the operative word in the title of the place is FAME.

Lindros had it. He changed the game in the 1990s. He belongs here.

Makarov is a refreshing reminder about the name of the place, too: It’s the HOCKEY Hall of Fame, and not the NHL Hall of Fame. While Makarov scored 134 goals and 250 assists for 384 points in 424 regular season NHL games  - and won rookie of the year at 31 years old, forcing an eventual rules change. But it was his play for the Russian National Team that defined him, teaming with Vladimir Krutov and Igor Larionov to form the KLM Line. In 519 games in the Soviet Championship League he recorded 322 goals, 388 assists for 710 points. He won eight gold medals at worlds and two Olympic gold medals as well.

Vachon was a shocker. We had him at 20-to-1 in the morning odds, and it seemed like there was always a low buzz about this candidacy but nothing that amounted to a campaign. Through his 16-season NHL career, Vachon had solid stats. In 795 regular season games, he won 355, lost 291 and tied 127, also collecting 51 shutouts. In post-season play, he added another 23 wins, two by shutout, and 23 losses in 48 games. He won a Vezina (in a tandem with Gump Worsley) and two Stanley Cup rings. Vachon played primarily for the Montreal Canadiens and Los Angeles Kings. 

Quinn was a given, and gets in over Don Cherry as a builder. He won the Jack Adams twice (1980 and 1992), Olympic gold in 2002 and other titles. He has 684 coaching wins, seventh all-time. Quinn passed away in Nov. 2014.

Among the snubs: Mark Recchi, 12th in career points (1,533) and 20th in career goals (577); Dave Andreychuk, who has 640 career goals; and Paul Kariya, a point-per-game player during the trap years whose career was cut short by concussions.


Greg Wyshynski is a writer for Yahoo Sports. Contact him at 

pepper update, Monday 6/27/16

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twelve peppers, Monday, 27 June 2016

pepper seedling in terracotta pot
the smallest pepper (you can do it! I believe in you!)

slightly larger pepper seedling in terracotta pot
the second smallest pepper

two pepper seedlings, one in terracotta and one in a plastic pot
the two that narrowly escaped death-by-squirrel, now doing fine

a pepper leaf with a funny splotch
funny patch on a leaf that worries me slightly

I watered them yesterday, and then of course today it FINALLY rained. (This has been such a weirdly dry June, I swear.) So here they are, still shiny and damp.

As you can see, the peppers in the two farthest right terracotta pots are not growing nearly as much as the other ten. I think this may be because the further right (aka north) you go on my porch, the more sun exposure you get (because you are farther from the evil mulberry tree), and the pots may retain a bit more heat than the plastic windowboxes. Possibly the soil mix in the windowboxes also causes a difference. (I used most MiracleGro in the pots, whereas the windowboxes are a mix of MiracleGro and Black Gold brands, because Black Gold was cheaper when I bought supplemental bags.)

The previously mauled-by-squirrels seedlings are doing fine now, which is also good news. :)

I am slightly worried by the leaf spot you can see in the final picture -- that's from the second leftmost terracotta pot. I have had issues with leaf-wilt in previous years, mostly during the first couple weeks after I moved my plants outdoors. I will be keeping an close eye on the situation.

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Jun. 27th, 2016 08:06 pm
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It's now the 27th and I haven't done any of the walks I'd intended to. I think I'll have to run into July.

I went to have a blood test and on the way back sat in a quiet pub having a half. I thought - why don't I do a flan home? The pub I was in, the Bear, is on Camberwell Station Road, and has a railway viaduct passing outside. However there is no station - weird! It was also previously called the station tavern.

There was a station of course, it closed in 1916, or 1964 if you consider goods traffic. Thameslink trains now go past, but they don't stop.

I decided my flan would be to walk the route between two stations, neither of which are there any more. Camberwell station (1862-1916) to Walworth Road station (1863-1916).

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Uh, can't even. Dog's name is, 'SweePee.' The Chicago Tribune reports that judges “take into account bad appearance, including stench, poor complexion and a host of other inherited and acquired maladies.” The pup's owner, Jason Wurtz took home a sweet $15,000 for first prize in the competition; and Wurtz says he plans to use some of the winnings to remove a tumor that appeared on SweePee’s gum line.

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Half The Class Will Be Ca-Tectonic

Jun. 27th, 2016 07:00 pm
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High School | The Netherlands

(In the Netherlands, you can finish high school in five or six years, depending on your level — The higher the level, the more years it takes. When you graduate from third year, you’re required to pick a profile, which will determine what classes you will follow. I’ve picked a profile that requires me to follow geography, even though I hate it, but I couldn’t get around it. This is what happens during our first class of geography.)

Teacher: *cheerfully* “Welcome to Geography. I’m glad there’s so many people here, that’s unusual. Out of curiosity, how many of you picked Geography out of interest?”


Teacher: *a bit taken aback* “…No-one?”

Student: *a kid from the back* “We had to! It was this or reshuffle your entire profile! This was easier!”

Teacher: *grasping* “But… doesn’t anyone here like Geography?”

Entire Class: “NO!”

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