Please watch this clip of Sir Ian McKellan and Ricky Gervais in Extras. What’s your motivation to watch? Because — say it with me — if you don’t I’ll kick your ass.
Found thanks to P, who sent me the Patrick Stewart clip.
Okay, I realize that despite my tiara lust, my odds on the John W. Campbell Award for the Best New Writer in Science Fiction are long. So I’d like to take a moment to put myself forward for an award I really do have a shot at: the Bruce Campbell Award for the Best New Zombie Killer in Science Fiction.
I had two eligible zombie kills last year: “Three-Day Decayed Accountant” killed in Parking Garage, and “Best Friend Just Infected” killed in Heartbreaking Decision. I think the second one really puts me over the top (thanks, zombie E!).
Anyway, if you’re an eligible zombie-making plague survivor, please consider nominating me. I would really like to win Bruce Campbell.
When you get an e-mail titled “ZaaRX” you can’t just assume it’s spam.
I’m still getting acquainted with the rituals around my new and lovely writing home, but apparently it’s the time of year when we F&SF writer types are supposed to announce which of our stories are eligible for a Hugo Award (I have no idea how you’d pimp for an Obie…make sure the theatre critics at the Village Voice are well watered, maybe?).
So, yeah, I have two Hugo eligible short stories: “Just Do It”, originally in the July 2006 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, and “Mayfly”, published on Strange Horizons in September.
And since those are my first pro publications, I’m eligible for the John W. Campbell Award for the Best New Writer in Science Fiction.
The winner of the Campbell Award gets a neato tiara, which is why I got into science fiction. For the tiaras. I looked around and thought, “How can I get me a tiara?” and after Win Beauty Pageant was rejected on practical grounds (ass too big, hair too small) I went to the next item on my list: Write Science Fiction, Win Campbell Award.
Once my Campbell eligibility runs out in 2008, I will have no choice but to move on to the third option: Marry Royalty. So seriously, WorldCon ‘06 and ‘07 attendees — nominate me for a Campbell Award. The Royals have enough trouble as it is.
Also, please nominate me for a pony.
Okay, no update “tomorrow”, because I got home from work at 9:30 p.m., and I had to use up the last bits of consciousness and problem solving and word stringing on the novel.
It’s like February 2004 and November 2002 are trying to happen at the same time.