All right, it’s not quite that bad. But it’s sad to see that Dragon is not only paying a pittance for fiction, but requires authors to give up all rights to their work.

Those of you with a low threshold for old-geek nattering should wander off and get a fresh cup of coffee at this point.

Back when I was a slip of a girl and Dragon was just about It for gaming publications (White Dwarf would soon be the hip, new enfant terrible, but it wasn’t yet), I sent an article in to Dragon. It was probably awful; I don’t remember it well, but I was fourteen at the time, so you can pretty well guess. Roger E. Moore was the editor. He didn’t buy the piece, but he sent me a nice letter offering helpful suggestions. I incorporated them, and sent it back.

I think I sent it in four times before I gave up. But every time, he sent suggestions, encouragement, and thanked me for my interest in the magazine. At one point, he even photocopied some notes he and Kim Mohan had sent to each other, so I could see what they, as editors, were interested in. I don’t know how or why he found the time to do this,  but for an aspiring writer, having an editor put in the effort to help improve writing he wasn’t even going to buy was an incredible boost.

(Years later, at GenCon, I ran into Mr. Moore and thanked him. He looked slightly afraid. In retrospect, I realize that being surprised by a fangirl wearing thigh-high leather high-heeled boots can be startling for the average middle-aged gamer.)

And now, sadly, the lawyers have taken over. Not the gamer ones, either.

Saturday book nonblogging

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Nov 242007
 

I would have been set to talk about The Janissary Tree, which promises to be a fairly intriguing book, except that I got to page 54 and discovered that pages 55 to 86 are MISSING. This in an autographed copy.

I am really not happy about having to exchange a book during the hellacious shopping season.

Thanksgiving Edicts

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Nov 222007
 

I assume you already know what you’re thankful for, and have read various blog posts, op-ed pieces and so on about the need to be thankful and how blessed we are, so I’m just going to concentrate on the food aspect of the holiday. It’s unlikely to help you today, since you are either already elbow-deep in cooking, or are sitting on your fanny watching football or playing on the ‘puter while somebody else cooks, but perhaps it will be useful next year.

Turkey: Baste it with schmaltz. Butter and olive oil just don’t work. Trust me on this. “What is schmaltz?” you ask. It’s chicken fat cooked with onion and salt. (This may sound weird to you, but think about where butter starts out.)  I am given to understand that you can buy it premade at stores that have a kosher section. To me that’s a bit like buying breadcrumbs–fine if it’s an emergency, but otherwise, why would you? It keeps a long time in the fridge and just about forever in the freezer.

To make schmaltz, next time you make chicken soup, pull all the visible fat off the chicken, remove the skin, chop it into large pieces, and put in a heavy-bottomed saucepan with a chopped-up small onion, salt and a little bit of water. Simmer for a long time until the skin is all dark brown. Pour off the schmaltz. Let it cool, then fridge or freeze it. If you wish to adopt one of our household traditions, you can have the holiday ritual of the Disposing of the Schmaltz, whereby your significant other or mother-in-law finds the schmaltz and, having no idea what it is and not thinking to ask you, throws it out without mentioning it to you.  (This is when the pre-made schmaltz comes in handy.)

Pumpkin pie: The otherwise interesting and hoity-toity food magazine Saveur ran a short piece from an idiot who concluded that canned pumpkin makes the best pies. Why? Because he went and bought a jack o’ lantern pumpkin and the pulp made the pie all runny. (Was the editor off for the day? Did nobody take this guy aside and say “Uh, dude, there’s a reason you buy the ones called ‘pie pumpkins’?) Anyway: canned pumpkin tastes, as the name implies, canned. Roast a pie pumpkin the day before until the pulp is really soft, let it cool, then scoop it out and run it through a blender with all the other ingredients, which should include half-and-half, not evaporated milk. Sorry, Gramma.

Cranberries: Be sure to coordinate food preparation directly with your mother-in-law, rather than using your husband as an intermediary, because he will forget to tell you that she is already making cranberry sauce. Do not, for Great Chukulteh’s sake, buy the stuff that comes out of a can. That “cranberry sauce” is actually tinted axle grease.

Stuffing: Make it a little bit drier than you want it to eventually come out, otherwise it will be soggy.

Entertainment: If you are careful to schedule the birth of at least one child the week before Thanksgiving, you will have more cool toys and video games in the house that people aren’t tired of yet.

 

John Scalzi writes a cheerful and entertaining report about his long-promised visit to the Creation Museum.

The take-away message: Even evolution-denying, Talmud-ignorant, metaphor-tone-deaf, pretzel-headed Christian literalists are forced to acknowledge and honor the utter coolness of dinosaurs.

 

I was paging through the various items available for sale on ThinkGeek and found the “Binary Dad” shirt, which is a nice blue shirt spelling “Dad” in binary. (Similar “Mom” and “Kid” shirts are available.)

The Queen, looking over my shoulder, asked “Are you going to get that for Daddy?”

In all seriousness, I said “Probably not. Daddy likes hexadecimal than binary, I’m not sure he’d want it.”

Clearly, there’s no hope for me. Just dip me in honey and throw me to the gazebos.

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