A while back, we had a discussion on the blog about the cover art for my princess novels. For the most part, I really like these covers, but they’re not perfect.
Now I could talk about the way women are posed in cover art … or I could show you. I opted for the latter, in part because it helped me to understand it better. I expected posing like Danielle to feel a little weird and unnatural. I did not expect immediate, physical pain from trying (rather unsuccessfully) to do the hip thing she’s got going on.
I recruited my wife to take the pictures, which she kindly did with a minimum of laughter.
My Little Portal of the Day: At MAGFest 2012, Ellen McLain reads as GLaDOS (GLaDOS-ized by kaotik4266 for your convenience) corresponding by mail with Princess Celestia.
Transcript as follows:
Dear Princess Celestia,
I’ve learned a lot about friendship. I was taught its kindness, generosity, honesty and all other elements that made it up, and then I wiped that pathetic piece of data from my memory banks. You see, I have no use for friendship. I am a cold-hearted robot who has no time for pathetic things like that. All I want in life is to do my tests in peace. And not be disturbed by stupid, frail humans.
So you sent your own sister to the moon? I assisted a fat orphan in sending two monstrosities to that white ball in the sky. But, you know, if you think I could still use your “friendship,” I heard about your student Twilight Sparkle. A smart, puzzle-solving subject like her could maybe change my mind. I’ll even bake a cake for her.
Your friend, GLaDOS.
Un-GLaDOS-ized version here.
[memebase.]
My Little Portal of the Day: At MAGFest 2012, Ellen McLain reads as GLaDOS (GLaDOS-ized by kaotik4266 for your convenience) corresponding by mail with Princess Celestia.
Transcript as follows:
Dear Princess Celestia,
I’ve learned a lot about friendship. I was taught its kindness, generosity, honesty and all other elements that made it up, and then I wiped that pathetic piece of data from my memory banks. You see, I have no use for friendship. I am a cold-hearted robot who has no time for pathetic things like that. All I want in life is to do my tests in peace. And not be disturbed by stupid, frail humans.
So you sent your own sister to the moon? I assisted a fat orphan in sending two monstrosities to that white ball in the sky. But, you know, if you think I could still use your “friendship,” I heard about your student Twilight Sparkle. A smart, puzzle-solving subject like her could maybe change my mind. I’ll even bake a cake for her.
Your friend, GLaDOS.
Un-GLaDOS-ized version here.
[memebase.]
Senior veterinary surgeon Irina Berezina holds a five-month-old North American puma cub named Arnaldo during one of his walks after quarantine at the Royev Ruchey Zoo, in a surburb of Russia’s Siberian city of KrasnoyarskPicture: REUTERS (via Animal pictures of the week: 13 January 2012 - Telegraph)
Honest to god, this hit me like a steamroller. I am not familiar with the name Rebecca Sugar, but holy CRAP.
Just go read this short, beautiful webcomic.http://dawolfey.wordpress.com/2011/05/13/dont-cry-for-me-im-already-dead-by-rebecca-sugar/
Rebecca Sugar is awesome, she works on Adventure Time. And this comic is a good example of why.
Rebecca Sugar is amazing. I don’t even know any of these Simpsons quotes and I still love this comic.
(Source: serialstranger)