Hugo awards, Spanish Novellas, and Joe the Plumber

Well said.

See, there's this thing called biology...


I confess, to escape my pathetic life I sometimes watch Spanish soap operas. Oh, the drama, the angst…the shirtless man riding a white horse, tossing his hair in the wind?? What does he have to do with the story? Who cares, all Spanish soaps must have a shirtless man on horseback. It’s a rule. He is the reason the woman is standing on the edge of a cliff in her nightgown, gazing down mournfully at the surf crashing on the rocks…

I love people. Sometimes I love them even more when I can’t understand a word they’re saying.

My favorite soap goes all the way back to Dark Shadows, the original gothic. I love the old gothic novels, too, just about anything prior to 1960. I used to comb old bookstores looking for their yellowed pages, their outdated clothing, the woman running along the cliffs with the ruins of a…

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