Texas Anthology Featuring Matthew Bey
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I’ve not been writing a lot recently, for a number of reasons. Another symptom of how much I’ve checked out of the writing lifestyle is the conspicuous lack of self-promotion for my last published short story. It’s not unlikely that this will be my last published short story ever. Luckily, this is probably the most fun of my published stories, and it appears in a very strong anthology of Texas writers.
It came out well over a year ago, but you can find Rayguns Over Texas online. My story “Babylon Moon” is a post-singularity Rastafarian space-opera with strong Lovecraftian overtones. And the other writers in the anthology are all Texans, so you know it’s got to be good.
It’s only one day left to fill out ballots for Hugo nominations, those of us who are WorldConnners. Here’s some suggestions. These are basically just people I know, but you can be certain that they absolutely deserve a nomination. I know that you’ve spent the last few months since WorldCon in a state of hibernation, torpor, or perhaps estivation ( you know ), but this is important.
Babylon Moon by Matthew Bey
texas died for somebody’s sins but not mine – By Stina Leicht
I Will Trade With You — by J. M. McDermott
Best Graphic Story
Adventures of the Red Panda
Editor Short Form
My Bookish Ways
SF Signal Podcast
We’re Alive: A story of survival
John W. Campbell Award
Marshal Ryan Maresca
Does that make sense?
…this is what I look like.
You can find the actual moment I’m on the show “Revolution” online on Netflix. It’s the episode “Austin City Limits.” Look for the shot where the whole team is crossing Congress Avenue, just before they go into the gun shop, which used to be Little City Coffeeshop. It was all on location, which was a little surprising. Just look for us pedaling around in the lower left of the screen.
Question of the day. Did you know that Italy has it’s own aircraft carrier called the MM Garabaldi? You can learn about it here.
It’s come to this, my blog is now simply a sandbox for testing projects from work.
This is a post which is open pandering for a fish identification. Over the weekend I was fishing off the Caldwell Pier in Port Aransas. It was about one in the morning and just a little after high tide. I caught the fish at about the third guts, about seventy feet south of the pier. It bit on a couple of previously frozen piggy perches rigged two feet from the bottom. When I was reeling it up, I thought it was just a whiting, because it was about the size of a large one. It wasn’t until I had it on the deck of the pier before I realized how odd it looked.
The gold color is an artifact of the camera and the light conditions, in real life it seemed more silvery, like a mackerel. I don’t recall the eyes being walleye like that, but they could have been.
After I took its picture, I decided to use the stainless steel forceps to get the circle hook out. And it’s a good thing I did, because it started biting the metal with an audible crunching sound. Its mouth wasn’t very big, but it was crowned with some Nosferatu bunny fangs and some finger-amputating strong jaws.
Any rate, I threw the thing back, and neither the guy at the bait shop and the guy at the tackle shop recognized it. So now I’m asking the internet in general.
I posted this fish to the forum 2coolfishing.com and it was the general opinion of the gentlemen there that this was a smooth puffer.
I just bought this microscope from Goodwill. It was only five bucks and promised to enlarge things as much as six hundred times.
So far the only thing I know for sure is that q-tips may clean smudges, but they also leave a lot of tiny fibers on microscope lenses. The other big discovery: my spit is filled with lumpy stuff.
I was biking through South Austin this evening and I noticed that some of the red buds had started to bloom already. As a fisherguy that of course made me think about a year ago, near the end of the white bass run when I finally managed to get myself into some white bass fishing. Okay, it was only one white bass. Nevertheless, to prevent anyone from finding out where I was during this particular fishing victory, I have obscured all of the identifying details of the location.
There was a regular old bass too, of reasonable size. The two of them together made for a most gratifying pile of filets, which I fried up as soon as I got home.