New Cover: “Yellow”

Aug. 24th, 2025 05:21 am
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Posted by John Scalzi

Many years ago, I had a dream and that I was singing “Yellow” by Coldplay while accompanying myself on guitar, and eventually a crowd surrounded me and sang along. When the song was done, I looked to the assembled crowd and said how wonderful it was that we were all singing along. And someone said, “we weren’t singing along with you. We were trying to drown you out.”

Anyway, here’s me singing “Yellow” by Coldplay. And yes, I played guitar on it. So there!

— JS

New Books and ARCs, 8/22/25

Aug. 22nd, 2025 08:49 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

The weekend is here and that’s a fine time to catch up with a book! Here are this week’s new books and ARCs that have come to the Scalzi Compound. What’s calling to you? Share in the comments!

— JS

The Last Flight

Aug. 22nd, 2025 07:35 am
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LJI Week 7: Bats
My intersection partner this week was [personal profile] alycewilson, and you can read her excellent entry here. I think you can read our stories in any order.

A while back, I happened across a video on the BBC about a strange whirlpool effect that was spotted in the sky over Hawaii. Ever since then, I've wanted to write a story with the supposition, "What if the whirlpool wasn't caused by SpaceX like they theorized?" [personal profile] alycewilson was kind enough to indulge my flight of fancy, and I hope you enjoy both our entries this week.




Hanging up-side-down, claws locked into position, he was totally relaxed. Soon, very soon now, there would be an almost irresistible urge brought on by the day's gloaming. Ordinarily, the sleeping colony would be virtually silent, but there were millions of them here. rustling, an occasional squeak when one of them shifted position, a communal sense of rest and well-being in their group awareness of each other.Read more... )

all you love you are

Aug. 21st, 2025 05:45 pm
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A handful of things in lieu of a proper entry —

1). [personal profile] shadaras came out to visit. This should probably be its own coherent "here is what we did and how it went" post at some point in time, but considering how meh I am at posting in general, well. You get a tiny update about it.

Pros: IT WAS GREAT. 11/10 would host again, got to hang out in person and do all kinds of Ridiculous Nonsense, turns out that at least one of the cats adores them, friendship absolutely translated outside of the internet, ended up spending a ton of time just talking about Nothing Of Import and being ridiculous.

Cons: THEY LIVE ON THE OPPOSITE COAST AND SO I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN WE WILL MANAGE TO MEET UP AGAIN, AND THAT'S FUCKING PAINFUL.

(Genuinely: really excellent time, got to take them to see one of our other mutual internet friends who lives in Eugene, went to the beach &etc, there was a truly embarrassing amount of crying at the airport this morning, this is fine.)


2). Migraine last night verging into today. Was sort of — I fell asleep on the sofa while rereading A Deadly Education, woke up and just immediately started shivering and crying with no idea as to why. Like, absolutely despondent, weeping like a little kid who just dropped their ice cream, "what is emotional regulation? I DON'T KNOW" crying. Eventually stopped, stood up to get myself a glass of water, and it was like — oh, fuck, I am in a tremendous amount of pain.

Tried to ride it out (ibuprofen, no lights); finally caved and ended up taking half an edible at like 8:30pm because there was otherwise no way I was going to be functional enough to do anything. Worked; didn't actually get high (still something that's weird to me — that occasionally THC fixes the migraine symptoms but doesn't get me high...), managed to get myself to bed and get a reasonable amount of sleep.

Great times. Heat wave, apparently, it's supposed to hit 98F tomorrow. Max let me know over supper last night that we're potentially under a red flag warning this weekend (extremely dry, extremely hot, extremely windy; bad for fires). This may explain why all of my joints in my right hand are also on fire. (Typing is...an interesting exercise at this moment in time.) Being a human barometer is great? except, ah, no.

(Was supposed to work today, but. Called in because between the airport dropoff this morning and the migraine it was like, "I am not sure I am going to be a person the rest of this week". Was the right call, I think.)


3). Finally finalized plans for next weekend vis a vis: seeing Colin Meloy in Astoria. We picked up tickets ages and ages ago — like, literally, back in March I think? — but because this summer has been A LOT, I didn't get anything booked (and I'm usually the one that remembers to do it).

The long and short of it is that we're staying in a weird motel up in Washington that is more or less right on the beach. Cape Disappointment, here we come? Getting a suite for the three of us ($300) was less expensive than trying to get two hotel rooms ($249/room).

So! Manda has already texted me asking if I'm cool with dropping back through Tillamook on the way back the next day — "if we leave early enough, can we go to de Garde and the cheese factory", and I'm like, "...yes? We'll literally drive through Tillamook if we want to, no reason not to?"

(She's trying to be conscientious because I'm her ride up to Astoria, but also: it's my favorite brewery, like I'm going to say no. I'm like "whatever" about the cheese factory, but de Garde is fucking phenomenal if you like wild-fermented beer, and I do, so.)


I think that's most of it? Probably? For the moment, anyway — there's more, but most of it's like, "ah fuck I need to sit and think about Feelings and Stuff" and, like, I'm an adult and I can gaze at my own navel in the privacy of my home office, thank you.

(I really need to figure out where the hell my paper journal went to when Max cleaned up everything downstairs — it was on the table, and I know he wouldn't have read it or thrown it away, but where did it get to?)
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Posted by John Scalzi

The other day Athena noted that kittens had shown up in the parking lot of Bryant’s apartment. Sadly, between then and now one of the kittens succumbed to the dangers of outside living, and Athena and Bryant decided it was time to snatch the remaining trio of kittens and move them to a safer environment, i.e., our basement guest room. That cat-napping took place this afternoon and now we have the three kittens in the house. Here they are:

First, this cute little calico;

Then this dilute tortie;

And also this personality-filled black kitten.

We’re isolating them from the rest of the cats in the house until we can get them to the vet next week, but they certainly seem healthy and, once they got over being snatched and transported somewhere they’ve never been before, calm and baseline-level kittenish. The calico and tortie are almost certainly girl cats, genetically speaking; the black kitten is currently of indeterminate sex but I would bet on it being a boy. The three of them get along pretty well, which considering how Athena and Bryant found them, is not entirely surprising.

The plan now is to take them to the vet, confirm that they are healthy, and then either find them new homes or surrender them to a no-kill shelter. We can maybe take one of them (likely the black cat), but we’re also all right letting the entire trio go to safe and welcoming homes. So: If any of you are looking for a kitten (or two!), and can show up to take them away, we’ve got some available for you! Drop me an email (john@scalzi.com) and we can talk. These kittens are, as the kids no longer say, totes adorbs. They would love to come home with you.

— JS

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Going BATty
Idol Wheel of Chaos | Week 7 | 1460 words
BAT (intersection with rayaso. Read my story first.)

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As a free-range scientist, John Thornbuckle was one of the foremost BAT experts on earth. He had wowed the world with his earlier work in Bovine Accelerated Transport (culminating in cows that jumped over the moon) and Bogus Association Tendency (where conspiracies are born). Previously, he had also studied Blind Acquisition Theory (the compulsion to grab everything in sight) and Bat-Affiliated Trauma (which included pervasive paranoia about bats getting into one's hair).

Thornbuckle knew people were in awe of him. Whenever he met someone and explained what he did, they just stood there gaping at him. They were speechless with admiration! And he certainly cut a striking figure, with his black, geek-chic glasses, his pomaded hair, and his bedazzled pocket protector.

He was used to the stares and whispers. What celebrity wouldn't be?

But Thornbuckle knew that science was serious business. Those facts and correlations wouldn't liberate themselves! No, they required prying and digging–like juicy gossip in a movie star's background. And Thornbuckle, who thought secrets were for the weak, was just the man to do it.

Each day, he rolled off the sofa-bed in his office and set about exposing those hidden truths. What made cows want to be airborne? Why was "stuff" so appealing?

And why were bats so rubbery that they seemed to stick to everything?

Read more... )

Voting information to follow next week...

The Big Idea: Jane Harrington

Aug. 21st, 2025 03:20 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Author Jane Harrington has more in store today than a book. In her Big Idea she brings us a history lesson, one that will change how you see the entire genre of fairy tales. Follow along to see how teaching this lesson to college students led to the creation of her new book, Women of the Fairy Tale Resistance.

JANE HARRINGTON:

The desire to restore the legacies of marginalized women writers in history was the impetus for this book. And anger.

Some years ago I was called upon to teach a college literature course, and though I’m generally more comfortable teaching writing than lit, I thought, Okay, how about fairy tales? I knew my Perrault, Grimms, Andersen, and Disney, so I could put together something decent enough. It would be fun! But it wasn’t long into the first term before not-so-fun questions started poking at my brain. 

One was Why do male writers overwhelmingly dominate the history of fairy tales? The only so-called classic tale with female authorship is “Beauty and the Beast.” And Why do we even call these stories fairy tales? I mean, you can count on one hand how many fairies appear in the combined works of the aforenamed fathers of the genre. Turns out the answer to both questions is the same: because the women writers who were responsible for the popularity of fairy tales—and who coined the term itself, contes de fées (because they were French)—were axed from the canon in favor of male writers. And, yes, there were fairies in every one of their seventy-plus tales.

My first glimpse of these women was in the margins of English-language folklore scholarship, which tends to focus on German, i.e., Grimm-ish, roots, and thus can lack depth in other areas. What was said about them was scant, somewhat dismissive, and (I would only learn later) often inaccurate. But they were female fairy-talers—conteuses, they called themselves—and I wanted to include them in my course.

So began my quest, which involved walls of books growing around me, thanks to an excellent university library and charming librarians who conjured up dozens of physical volumes from beyond the collection. And then there were all the electronic texts, archival and otherwise. Much of what I had to read was in French, a language I’m far from fluent in, but I wasn’t going to let that get between me and the stories of these writers. Truth is, it’s hard for even the fluent to nail down these histories, but more on that in the book.

Some broad strokes of what I learned: The conteuses wrote not only fairy tales but novels, historical fiction, plays, essays, and poetry. Their works were wildly popular, as were the writers themselves, who hosted literary salons in Paris. There they crafted the contes de fées that would usher in the first fairy tale vogue. Charles Perrault attended these salons, too, writing his “Mother Goose” tales from the prompts offered by these women. He produced one slim book, which came out at the same time as the women’s voluminous output, and yet he is the one history remembers from that birth of a genre. 

Why were the women left out of the fairy tale canon? Well, all I’ll say here is that it mostly had to do with the misogynistic, homophobic, and ultra-conservative religiosity of Louis XIV’s reign. The conteuses were always under threat of not only losing their pens but their physical freedom. Exiles from Paris were common, as were lengthy stints in convents for mauvaise conduite—being an unruly woman.

Examples of unruliness: writing poems that insulted the king, trying to stop the abuse of a husband (with no recourse in the law), gambling, cussing, engaging in same-sex relationships. For the latter, one of the women was imprisoned in a cell in a medieval castle-turned-prison. Yes, in a tower. And yes, she’d written tales of young women trapped in towers. Only in her tales—and unlike her—the characters eventually prevailed over despotic forces.

So, anger. Probably no surprise here, but the more I learned about these women, the more incensed I became over how men of the patriarchy had disrupted their livelihoods and their lives, some even chipping away at their legacies long after the women were dead (think Voltaire). I kept a list, and before I’d even finished Women of the Fairy Tale Resistance I had a plan: The conteuses would get vengeance on their oppressors in a salon in the afterlife—a quirky novel of the speculative-historical-literary variety. My working title: Women of the Fairy Tale Revenge.


Women of the Fairy Tale Resistance: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Bookshop|Powell’s

Author socials: Website|Facebook|LinkedIn

Enjoying the Dog Days

Aug. 20th, 2025 10:50 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

And who better to enjoy them than Charlie? Honestly, this is a master class right here in making the most of a waning summer season. Get to it, Charlie!

How are you?

— JS

the myth of medusa - part two!

Aug. 20th, 2025 12:00 am
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August 20th, 2025: A decade ago me and Kevin Jay Stanton collaborated on a Medusa comic for an anthology called "1001 Knights" and it was a story about Medusa! I always loved it, but the anthology is long out of print, so I thought it'd be fun to see if I could make it into a Dinosaur Comic. If you can track it down, the 1001 Knights version is the far superior version of the story thanks to Kevin's work, but please enjoy my attempt at a Dinosaur Comics version with this and yesterday's comic!

PS I WON A HUGO ON SATURDAY, AHHHHH

– Ryan

Parking Lot Kittens

Aug. 19th, 2025 10:02 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

A few days ago, I got a text from Bryant saying that he had kittens under his car, and that I simply must come see them immediately. So I booked it over and lo and behold there were two kittens underneath his car! There was a calico and a tuxedo, and both were very shy and very hungry. It was so hot outside, and Bryant’s car was one of the few spots of shade in the area, so I can see why they’d hide under there.

I had a sneaking suspicion that there were more around. Where there’s two kittens there’s five, or something like that, anyway. Sure enough, it wasn’t long after feeding the two skinny kitties that another came running, seemingly appearing out of thin air. This one was a diluted tortie, and she parked herself right next to her siblings underneath the car. I could hardly believe three kittens had spontaneously appeared, but I was so thankful that it happened to be under the car of one of the biggest animal lovers I know.

We weren’t really sure how best to handle this situation, and while we were thinking it over, the tuxedo ventured out from beneath the car and ran behind the apartment into the woods. We decided to follow him and see if we could catch him now that he was out from underneath the car.

While we followed him down the trails of the forest, getting eaten alive by bugs, wouldn’t you know it, a black kitten appeared:

Two kittens, one tuxedo and one black cat, standing close to each other on a forest trail.

Had the three from under the car originated from the forest? Or had the black one been under the car with the other three originally and ventured to the woods like the tuxedo ended up doing, too? Either way, I was shocked to see another one, and thought surely that this was the last one of the litter.

This new one was different from the other three. While the calico and diluted tortie were absolutely terrified and skittish as hell, and the tuxedo wasn’t much better, the black one was incredibly friendly in comparison. In no time at all, the black one was following us around like a shadow, and was even willing to be pet and purred the whole time. Shortly after, he was even okay with being picked up and petted like any normal household cat. It was like he wasn’t even a stray, really.

We had the food set out by the car still, and wanted the black one to come get food, so we had him follow us back around to the front side of the apartment, where he reunited with his siblings under the car.

In the couple days that they have been at the apartment, we’ve been working on figuring out a rescue plan. I called multiple rescues in the area and asked if they can send someone out to collect them, as we are not certified kitten wranglers and don’t want to hurt or scare them, but none of the rescues offered that type of service.

For now, they are being fed and watered consistently, and there have been pretty impressive strides with how close the kittens have started to get. Still, the only one that enjoys being pet and actively seeks out affection is the black one, but the calico and tuxedo are becoming much more acclimated to human presence, it seems. The diluted tortie is without a doubt the worst case, still extremely skittish and frightened.

Even though it would be super easy to catch the black one, and even the tuxedo, the other two still seem uncapturable for the time being, and we don’t want to separate them. We figure the best course of action is to keep trying to get them comfortable enough until all of them are snatch-able.

I had an idea to try and hand feed them with tubes of food, like I’d seen so many times in cat rescue videos on Tik Tok. I figured it would help them trust us, and make it so they’re within hands-reach to make for easier snatching. Other than the black one, they preferred to eat it only when we squeezed the contents out onto the ground for them to eat at a further away from us distance:

Three of the kittens, the black one, tuxedo, and diluted tortie, emerging from underneath the car to come eat.

Look how close the calico was! This was huge progress:

The calico kitten, very close to the camera, licking some food off the ground.

THEY’RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH:

All four cats, out from underneath the car, eating the food on the ground.

We want to rescue these babies so badly, while still keeping them together. We just aren’t experts, but we’re doing our best and making sure they’re fed for now, at least.

I expect some questions about logistics and whatnot, so here’s some pre-answers:

The car that they’re under is Bryant’s car, but it hasn’t moved from that spot in three years. He drives a different car, so don’t worry about him having to like, move the kittens’ shelter. It ain’t going anywhere.

Bryant is the only tenant at his apartment, there’s no neighbors to inform of these kittens, only the landlord, which he did.

I’m not sure which of the many rescues in the area would be best to take them to when they’re eventually caught, so please let me know if you have recommendations for kitten shelters in the Dayton area!

Aren’t they so cute?

The black cat, eating out of a Tupperware. He sits on a stone wall in front of a wooden fence. He is very handsome!

Which would you love to take home with you (I want all of them)? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

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