Caturday Post: Scaramouche Scrabbles After Twine Amidst The Crinkly Paper

It's the best part of the winter solstice festival.

Books I Have Read in 2016

In order of reading:

1. Aaron Allston, Wraith Squadron
2. Aaron Allston, Iron Fist
3. Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan
4. Aaron Allston, Solo Command
5. China Mieville, King Rat
6. China Mieville, the City and the City
7. Rebecca, Skloot The Immortal life of Henrietta Lacks
8. Margaret Mahy, The Pirates' Mixed up Voyage
9. Sydney padua, The Thrilling Adventures of Babbage and Lovelace
10. Neil Gaiman, Odd and the Frost Giants
11. Robert chambers, The King in Yellow
12. Vivian French, A Robe of Skulls
13. Stephen Brust, Paths of the Dead
14. Ambrose Bierce, Can Such Things Be?
15. Neil Gaiman, Fortunately, the Milk
16. Gordon Rennie and Frazier Irving, The Necronauts
17. Neil Gaiman, The Wolves in the Walls
18. China Mieville, The Iron Council
19. Jim Butcher, The Aeronaut's Windlass
20. Stephen Brust, Sethra Lavode
21. Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary
22. Kurtis J. Wiebe, The Rat Queens, vols 1&2
23. Kenneth Hite, Cliffourd the Big Red God
24. Kenneth Hite, Good Night, Azathoth 
25. Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
26. Robert Louis Stevenson, Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde
27. George Orwell,Coming up for Air

Requiescat in Pace: Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher has died.

This is my tribute, not quite to Carrie Fisher, but to Princess Leia.  They are not the same, but they are inseparable, and it was as Princess Leia that I knew her.

It was Princess Leia who helped me find my freedom as a woman.  

There are still a lot of social justice problems with the Star Wars universe, and I don't want to ignore them, but I choose to talk about them another time.

When I found Star Wars I was in second grade, lonely and bored nearly out of my skull with second grade and with most of the books in the classroom and desperately short of female heroes I could admire.  (Western fairy tale and myth collections, J.R.R. Tolkien, Rudyard Kipling, Laura Ingalls Wilder, C.S. Lewis, Robert Lewis Stevenson, etc.: my childhood reading was canonically European but conspicuously lacking in women who fight, lead, and make their own decisions about what to do with their bodies and lives.  Our school library did have a copy of The Hero and the Crown, but I was too intimidated by the thick, blank cover and the glares of the librarians to check it out until years later.)  

I wasn't allowed to watch movies except when I was so sick I couldn't enjoy them, but I was allowed to buy novelizations of the original Star Wars trilogy:

I read these until I know them nearly word for word even now.  It was my first taste of high drama with characters I could identify with.  I loved Princess Leia.  I admired the heck out of her.  I wanted to be like her.  I spent so many interminable mind-killing church services desperately wishing and wishing I'd been born into the Star Wars universe.  The Force didn't tell women to shut up and submit and go to heaven by having babies.  Anyone with an affinity for the Force could become a Jedi knight, not just people with penises.  (And I, obviously, would be a Jedi, because we are all the heroes of our own stories.)

Princess Leia was a leader in the Rebellion, under Mon Mothma (another woman!).  And she didn't just sit around and be the love interest.  She ran blockades, endured torture without breaking, came up with solutions while under blaster fire, stood with the other generals at the battle of Yavin, got bullied by Han Solo but talked back to him, disguised herself and walked into Jabba's palace to rescue Han, went with the ground commandos on Endor, and eventually became President of the New Republic.   

Princess Leia was a warrior and a leader and a woman. 

Princess Leia is still my hero.

Requiescat in pace, Carrie Fisher.  

The Naming of Alcoholic Drinks

The passionfruit vodka smells even more passionfruit-y than passionfruits.

Caturday Post: Differing Philosophies of Life

Of Anime First Watched in 2016, Some Favorites

Not in any particular order:

• Boku Dake ga Inai Machi (Erased): If you can return to the past, can you really change anything?  In a world where children aren't usually taken seriously, can you save a friend from adults in positions where everyone trusts them and not you?
  
• Steins; Gate and the sequel Steins; Gate: Fuka Ryouiki no Deja Vu.  One of the best "parallel timelines/realities/time travel" stories I've found, in any medium.  A little too much creepy obsession with the trans character, and the usual sexism toward scientists who are also female, but I decided I would keep watching anyway for what shaped up to be a very well-done plot.  Slow to get started; almost 10 episodes before the storyline really starts to unfold. 
  
• Sarusuberi Miss Hokusai.  Amazingly beautiful historical fiction, seamlessly incorporating some of Hokusai's best known works.  Touching and sad yet also hopeful. 
  
• Flying Witch: everyday life with a witch and her friends.  Nothing much happens, but life is peaceful and good.  I learned the best way to chop an onion.
  
• Rokka no Yuusha: six heroes are chosen to go and fight the demons who periodically try to destroy human lands.  Lush, brilliant colors, panoramic landscapes, startling personalities, and a nice twist on the typical fantasy setup.
  
• Mushishi (and all sequels): "Perceived as strange and alien, inferior and grotesque, these are beings who appear entirely unlike flora and fauna familiar to us."  Yet not malicious, not evil.  Everyone and everything is just trying to get by, just trying to live.  When mushi and humans come into conflict, Ginko the mushishi (mushi master) tries to mediate.  
  
• Thunderbolt Fantasy: egregiously over-the-top tale of swords and sorcery.  For when you want amazing costumes, flamboyant monikers, male posturing (so much male posturing), rage-worthy sexism toward women doing anything other than having babies (yeah, I would have been happy to skip those parts), unbelievable explosions, and puppets killing each other with magical swords, this is your anime, right here.  
  
• Katanagatari: take every fantasy trope about a quest for magical swords and turn it inside-out and upside-down and toss it through a black hole.  Take what comes out and animate it so that everyone looks exactly like what they are (maybe), in a phantasmagorical way.  One of the most visually intriguing but saddest fairy-tales I've encountered. 

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