Coming Attractions - Yet Again

Once again, I have a backlog of posts in various stages of being written. I'm tempted to make this into a weekly rather than a triweekly blog.

•A longish series of my views on the idea of Camp (the style, not the place). Not being posted in order.
•A bit on Don't ask don't tell. CANCELED
•the beginning of a new series, Trope of the Week.

Each week, I will pull out an article from TVTropes.org, each of which will be related to the AmCon topic of the time. This will be every Saturday, timing will be decided. This week will be Refuge in Audacity.

R.I.P. Steve Jobs

 

Here’s to the crazy ones. The rebels. The troublemakers. The ones who see things differently. While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

First thing I thought of when I heard Steve Jobs had died was the quote from Blade Runner, "The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long."

His life was far too brief, but he did what most people can only dream about, which was to make it count in such a way as to leave the world a lot tidier than he left it.

Steve, you will be greatly missed. Goodnight, and goodbye.

For Gays Seeking Asylum in U.S., a New Hurdle - NYTimes.com

For Gays Seeking Asylum in U.S., a New Hurdle - NYTimes.com

And I quote: "After years of trying to conceal his sexual orientation back home in Brazil (where Fidela never made an appearance), Mr. Castro had been advised by his immigration lawyer that flaunting it was now his best weapon against deportation."

Ah, the New York Times. You can take a newspaper out of New York, but you cannot take New York out of a newspaper.

For those who aren't from the upper right-hand corner of the United States (namely, most of the people likely to read this), it is considered a common survival tactic to take "Refuge in Audacity".

We do not fly under the radar. We crash through the front doors and out the back doors of the radar installation in an armored car with sunglasses-wearing flaming skull decals on every flat surface and a Hieronymus Bosch reproduction on the door, hood-mounted machine guns blazing, Motörhead blasting on the jury-rigged PA system, the tires leaving tracks painting sex and violence on the floor and walls and one arm hanging out of the window making a rude hand gesture.