Yesterday I was updating my WMU homepage and decided it was time to update my page about Clarion. Someday I'll fill it in and actually talk about my Clarion experience in 2004. For posterity's sake, of course. Meanwhile, although I am still disappointed at the distance involved, it was time to change the links to the new Clarion base of operations at UC-San Diego and update the list of instructors for 2007, etc.
I'd been meaning to re-comment on Clarion here, too, because we're getting into that period of time where SF and Fantasy writers should consider sending in an application -- I note that they're going to start accepting said applications sometime in January 2007, so I'm actually not Past Due with the start time for this. For once.
My REAL Motivation...
... for finally getting around and writing this entry is a True Clarion Story, which I'd heard the punchline before (i.e., the Clarion T-shirt version), but not the source code. Given the personalities involved, well, just go to your own Clarion and get/write your own damn stories, okay? (grin) Anyway, this came from a comment on Scalzi's blog regarding the difficulty in writing sex scenes in SF, and so without further ado I give you Teresa Nielsen Hayden's Making Light entry on Sodomy and Dinosaurs.
Be sure to read the comments which follow... and follow... and follow. Really, SF and Fantasy people are really quite fun to invite to a party, even an online comment party. Do NOT miss the recipe for the Hot Gingered Pygmy Mammoth & Jumbo Shrimp Salad -- WARNING: Do not eat or drink at the keyboard while reading -- oh my, I still have tears streaming out of my eyes and my nose is still running. (snirk) *1*
So Much For A Good Laugh
And with that, I shall shutdown and work on coming home to see how my sick kittybabies are doing (all 3 are in various stages of not eating and We Don't Know Why.) (frown)
#111 ::: dave ::: (view all by) ::: November 01, 2005, 04:44 AM:
Lin, YOMANK = "You Owe Me A New Keyboard", the implication being that the old one has been rendered useless by wit-induced involuntary beverage expulsion.
witty_person: "Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja! Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!"
 Onomatopoeic rendering of beverage spewing all over your keyboard, probably through your nose.