Friday, October 20, 2017

Damn you, Tolkien, you're no James Hutton.

Tor.com has a couple of great, super-nerdy articles on the faulty geology of Tolkien's map of Middle-earth. The money quote in my opinion:

"Tolkien’s novels have had a massive influence on epic fantasy as a genre, his map is the bad fantasy map that launched a thousand bad fantasy maps..."

So, with that introduction, here's the links.

Tolkien's Map and the Messed Up Mountains of Middle-Earth

Tolkien's Map and the Perplexing River Systems of Middle-earth

As a bonus, the author, apparently a geologist by training and a fantasy buff by avocation, has given us an article on the geology of desert planets. Yee-haw!

Arrakis, Tatooine, and the Science of Desert Planets

-- Everett

Post-script: Oh my, the comments are a wonder to behold.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Tru-bacca

Perhaps we should invite the gentleman on the left to visit our book club.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

September Book Club?

When is it, where is it? The book itself is super duper awesome which, as all you readers unversed in the terms of art bandied about by us lawyer types, means that I enjoyed it immensely. If the weather is nice, I volunteer my back patio for our meeting. We finally have a space that's worth meeting in...

Thursday, July 6, 2017

The Political Message of the Star Wars Holiday Special


Okay, I finally wrote up my thoughts on the Star Wars Holiday Special and its message about the fragility of democracy. Hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Beers and axe-throwing apparently mix

We've done the escape room. Now we can try this the next time someone has a birthday to celebrate.

(Also, I feel that whoever came up with "Canadian backyard shenanigans" for the sub-headline should get a Pulitzer.)

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

The Ballad of Porkins


This short essay on the life of Porkins contains so much beauty. Excerpt:
Porkins’s life will be a lonely one. He will work. He will paint his Warhammer miniatures. He will chat about fandom with his few weird friends. And in time, he will die more or less unmourned. 
Then everything changes. The world falls apart. Actually, all the worlds fall apart. Suddenly the Empire is at war. There is a Rebellion. And Porkins meets his moment. 
Porkins could never make it in a real military. But the Rebel Alliance is not a real military. The Rebel Alliance is a scrap-heap outfit that needs anything and anyone it can get. It needs awkward fat autodidacts who have spent their entire adult lives as involuntary celibates, poring over the proper employment of the Incom fighter series in exactly the sort of engagements the Alliance now encounters on world after world.