So here it is, Merry Christmas...

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I'm being a bit pre-emptive, I suppose, what with it not being Dec 25th yet.

Bloggy-business: the announcement of the winning definition will happen after Xmas; I haven't forgotten and there is definitely a prize afoot.

Other Business: I've been rattling around Leicester - I can recommend it - and generally being on extended holiday. All of that has to stop, alas, and I have to start taking life much more seriously now. Not that I want to, but it will be best all around if I do.

So hurrah for that.

And with that...rather pale and poor imitation of a blog post...here's a Christmas wish for the folks who read me:

My 2009 was both a high and low point, a series of triumphs and the long crawl out from under the biggest failure of my life. Now, at the death of the year, I can look forward to what 2010 will bring and be reasonably certain that the good things I did, the steps forward I took, far outnumber (if not outweigh) the bad and the backward. I can go forward, knowing that forward is the right direction and that if I only apply myself, I can do anything I set my mind to.

May your Christmas bring with it similar revelations, so that you can relax and enjoy the depth of winter with those you love, and that you emerge in spring refreshed and relaxed.

Merry Christmas, mes amis.

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From the Drafty Garrett

Friday, November 13, 2009

It's all new!

The laptop is new, for the portability. The internet connection is new, arrived today. The flat is new-ish, with a patina of grime that I am slowly beating back and killing off with chemical weapons. I have rediscovered Ribena, formed new hatred for the Caps Lock key and am finding my way around Leicester unaided. All is well.

The landlord I dealt with by waving money at him; it's a human interest story really, the poor chap was attempting to invest in property just before the housing bubble burst and ended up desperately needing tennants. The last lot moved in, failed to pay anything and left again, so when I showed up basically glad for anything he was only too happy to waive the usual and sensible requirements in ordewr to have a tennant who isn't likely to do a bunk.

Since moving in and scrubbing the kitchen until it screamed I have been collecting the ephemera of modern life. The electronics were an obvious choice, but I was surprised at how much more pleasant life has become since I acquired a teapot.

I am also delighting in the area. The houses around here are largely victorian, but I know that Leicester has a medieval heart and I intend to find it. I shall use this as an excellent excuse to go mooching about in museums.

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Settling In

Sunday, November 1, 2009

In which our hero encounters unexpected difficulties and setbacks, but things work out pretty well in the end...

Setback #1 turned out to be the postal strike which delayed banking paperwork. Sympathetic as I am to the postal worker's dispute, that was seriously annoying because it left me essentially penniless and spinning my wheels for a couple of days.

Setback #2: Guarantors, the requirement for which had me thrashing around desperately, asking favours of friends and desperately searching for a way around the problem. This reminded me of a couple of things: I have a fine collection of friends, many of whom stepped forward to offer help. They are excellent people and I am indebted to them whether they could ultimately help or not. Also, there are ways around every situation; the key is in knowing when the right opportunity has arrived.

I'm looking forward to explaining this in more detail, but I move into a new flat in a week and there are another hundred and one things to do in the meantime.

So, more from the New Drafty Garret.

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In Leicestershire Ego Est

Monday, October 19, 2009

...which looks a lot better than "made it" as a title.

The journey was best expressed as a series of vingettes, really.

Sky Harbor
Two airport workers express an interest in my Kindle 2. We chat - or rather, they chat and I do a very geeky gush about the technology - and then one of the pair (the shorter, slightly more aggressive one) says how he's always two or three years behind the curve to get the cheaper kit and to let the format wars settle down, which is how he got his BluRay player for almost nothing. I nod, and tell him about Toshiba selling the HD-DVD format to China, and what this will mean for grey market imports. He leaves looking concerned.

PHX to LAX
I'm reading the Sharpe novels, in order. The guy sitting next to me on the plane tells me he likes the Kindle 2 and wants to know more. There is another geeky gush from me about the K2, and this time I manage to cover some of the downsides to the device too.

LAX
A heavily armed security guard stops me to ask questions about my bag. My carry-on luggage is a replica Mk7 gas mask bag from Magnoli, of the type sported by Indiana Jones in "Raiders". He likes it, but was more concerned with whether it was functional. I assure him not, and even so I don't have a WW2 vintage gas mask. (And even if I did all I would do is wander around asking "Are you my Mummy?").

LAX is HUGE! Bigger than that, in fact, and in a state of disrepair.

At the international terminal, which LAX uses as a last attempt at getting money out of visitors (ten dollars for a sammich? You have to be kidding me!), the announcements in English are made by a guy who has a "Welcome! to the woooorld of tomorrow!!!" voice. Don't know what that is? Watch the first episode of "Futurarma".

LAX to FRANKFURT
Any way you cut it, flying economy sucks.

The journey was made marginally less hideous by the following elements:
- the very pleasant german lady I sat next to. She spoke very little English, I spoke very little German, we found ways to communicate.
- assorted movies. I never thought I would be glad to see "Night in the Museum 2", or "The Proposal", but I was. I was also glad to see "My Life In Ruins" and a John Malkovich movie in which he plays a character based on The Amazing Kreskin.
- the Doctor Who soundtracks for seasons 1 to 4, parts of which made all the turbulence over Greenland entertaining rather than worrying. Somewhere out there, someone has to have had the idea of a Doctor Who thrill ride.

Frankfurt Airport
The taps in the Gents are rather more intelligent than I would like. As you approach the basin, the tap turns itself on. The flow is quite...forceful, one assumes to get the water hot enough to do any good, but immediately you place your hands anywhere near it, the tap slows the flow down and thereby avoids you spraying water over yourself and anyone standing near you.

This usefully entertained me for some minutes, which was just as well because at this point I was little more than an ambulatory fungus anyway.

I did another little demo about the Kindle whilst waiting for the near plane - Frankfurt to Birmingham - and the final flight I admit I spent in something of a daze.

Birmingham
My how efficient it all was. In baggage retrieval I couldn't change money in order to get a trolley, nor could I get my hands on any UK currency. No one seemed to know anything very much, so I yomped the length of another bloody airport looking for my next connection. Eventually I made my way to the station and got on the right train. I navigated Birmingham New Street with whole minutes to spare, whilst assorted Rail staff watched me being kicked around by my luggage.

To be fair, they'd no idea how little sleep I'd had in the last 24 hours and they had no idea how difficult everything had become.

Leicester
The hotel: cheap and cheerful, theIbis in Leicester has MDF tables with a matress slung on the top for beds. The showers have little or no water pressure, something of a disappointment to end the mighty crossing with.

Everything else, though, is fab.

It's good to be back.

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Stumbling from the wreckage

Monday, October 12, 2009

Wow....

OK, so I now have everything packed and tomorrow's fun is down to "everything not already in a bag is being thrown away!"

Also, I sat down and to chill out sewed a button on a pair of shorts that I might never have reason to wear again, but which are nevertheless coming with me.

It worked really well. It's bed time.

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So much for the cunning plan.

There's an art to packing and moving.

Basically, it involves planning out what you need to to and breaking everything down into small stages. Ideally, you'd take a room a day and pace yourself, making sure that everything had a place and that you carefully considered what needed to be where. Then nothing would be a rush and everything would have a place. There would be no last minute panics, no frantic rushes.

It's a good plan, and it would probably have worked, except that having made my plan I then ignored it.

Never do this.

So now I'm panicking a bit. Not much, because I have a whole day tomorrow for things to happen in, so it's not too bad. Yet. But because I am now blogging instead of working I think I might be in a bit of denial about what needs to happen next.

I thought blogging this might be a nice little break while I rally the troops once more to have another crack at sorting out the bedroom and living room - which, really are the two remaining places to deal with.

I fly on Wednesday. That's the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow all my stuff goes away (yikes) and the stuff that isn't going away or coming with me is garbage. There's quite a lot of it, and it is mostly actual garbage. Why have I kept so many boxes? What was the attraction in hording all these plastic bags? Whatever the reason, I think they're becoming packing material and that works quite well. I have some fragile stuff to carry with me.

The other big issue is: 50lbs per bag. It's not really very much, is it? I worry that I might have to shed some items, although to be fair I have tried to send the heavy stuff on ahead. There are issues, though, and these I have to resolve tonight.

Now, in fact.

Which is why I'm here at the keyboard, using writing as an excuse to not deal with real life much as I sometimes use real life as an excuse not to deal with writing.

Ah well. Back to work. I shall blog at you once more from England.

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Keeping the Faith

Sunday, October 4, 2009

America is becoming increasingly Godless, says Glenn Beck, and this is the cause of everything bad!

For those of you who don't know...Glenn Beck is a former standup comedian turned conservative talking head. He, as you can see, is on the Fox network.

Early in the piece he makes several claims.

1: ten commandments at a court house

2: Can't pray in school

3: Can't sing Christmas carols in this country.

Oh and the national motto "In God we trust" is being taken off the currency.

I'll let Snopes take the currency issue.

One of the things about the USA is that it doesn't have, or sanction, a national or state religion. Quite a few Christians wish this were otherwise, although they're still very much in the minority.
The USA doesn't have a state religion because it was founded on principles of religious freedom. The state is entirely separate from the church (or churches), as in France.

To a Brit like me, this seems a little odd. When I grew up, there were daily faith based assemblies in school and we sang hymns. We also sang a lot of groovy christmas carols at Christmas. None of this prevented me from growing up Agnostic, but at least I got to enjoy all the religious flummery that goes along with holidays like Easter and Christmas. At least I understood what those holidays were for. Kids in the USA do too, although they also associate nearly everything with the acquisition of cards and sweets. Commercialized? Why yes! Certainly!

That aside, the reasons that kids don't say prayers in school is because the schools in which they may not pray are State schools. They are funded by a government which is constitutionally unable to pick religious sides. The First Amendment to the Constitution says

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

So schools either represent all faiths or none. Which is great, really. How hard would it be to get into a multi-faith based system that represented all the major religions?

Well, except that the USA cannot prohibit the free exercise of any faith. Which means that any faith based assembly is going on for a while and will contain some startlingly contradictory elements; it's got to represent the assorted schismatic factions of Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism...the list is endless. And you just know that the Scientologists would want equal representation, as would the Pastafarians and possibly some of my own nearly-beloved Discordians. Also, what would be wrong with Rastafarians wanting in on the deal? Or Satanists? Or the members of the Reformed Cult of the Ichor God Bel-Shamharoth? Or even Cthulhu cultists?

No, that way lies madness. So, no prayers in school.

As for the singing of Christmas carols, well, people are at liberty to do so. Just not in schools. There are some commercial groups - like Wal Mart - who would prefer to not alienate their non-Christian customers at Christian festival times (because Wal-Mart is a tool of Mammon, when you get down to brass tacks, and doesn't care what's happening to your immortal soul as long as it can have your cash in the here and now, and it knows that infidels of all kinds have money).

Of course, this could all be taken care of if the President was also a Defender of the Faith (and no, Charles, you can't be defender of the faiths, you get the title from Henry VIII who was named it by a Pope and didn't give it back after he broke from the Church). The President could pick one of the countless flavours of Christianity.

They really are without number, especially as it turns out that Baptists regard each and every church building as a separate little faith-ette. Which is quite scary. Or they just have a healthy respect for swimming and wet t-shirts. Who can say?

I would count them, but it gets confusing after you've hit the big ones (Catholics, Anglicans, Lutherans, Unitarians, Latter Day Saints, Menonites, Jehovah's Witnesses, Baptists, Methodists) and you soon get lost trying to work out which ones regard the others as Christian and which don't. Apparently the Baptists still think that the Catholics aren't Christian because they "worship Mary".

IN the light of all this, is it any wonder that the Founders of the nation took a look at the state of religion in their time (and I suspect that Thomas Jefferson may have sneaked a peak into the future as well), and decided that if you wanted all the colours of the rainbow to be seen equally, you had to make sure there was no chance of one being allowed to drown the others out.

Hence this nation being Godless, apparently. But given the number of churches, temples and places of worship I pass on a daily basis, I can't help but think that there are more gods here than anywhere else in the world.

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Artists? Making money? That'll never catch on!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Amanda Palmer says something important which I cannot find fault with. Go, read her blog.

Back so soon?

OK. So my position is that I'm not a consumer. Consumers are what corporations wish we were - passive, dull, happy to accept the next thing on the production line. This attitude has got them into trouble, because while the customers were changing the suppliers were not and all of a sudden it turns out that maybe we've been giving the wrong people the money.

In times past, a good artist could find themselves a rich person to glom onto. Said rich person wanted to be seen to be wealthy and what better way of demonstrating your ridiculous levels of disposable wealth than by supporting an artist? These people were referred to as Patrons. "Oh," they would say "he/she is such a patron of the arts!" and they would fan themselves. Or something.

The point is, we're actually all in a position to be able to do that. To an extent. I'd like nothing more than to be able to amble up to...ooo.. Charles Stross and say "What ho, Charles, here's thirty large. Sequester yourself away in yon drafty garret and turn out another of your excellent scientific romances."

I can't, much to my (and Charles Stross's) disappointment. What I can do, and what Amanda Palmer is suggesting I do, is give money directly to the artist. It's a world idea, really. Instead of saying "I do like the latest song, Ms Palmer, and have bought your CD! Here, enjoy this fraction of what I gave a record company" I can just hand her the entire five, ten, twenty bucks...or perhaps a smaller amount for just the one song as a download.

Why do I like this? Two reasons.

1: I don't like supporting the maniacs who currently run the music, movie and games industries*. I don't like giving Those People money because they think I'm a criminal scuzzbucket moron who they're happy to treat like dirt that they own. This is a misconception I wish to clear up. So if I can circumvent them, I will.

2: Enlightened Self Interest. This year it has become very obvious that writing is what I enjoy most. I want to be able to stop doing awful jobs and become a writer. If I can do that by producing things people like and might actually pay me to own/read etc, then what I want to do is make it really easy for them to support me.

So how about it? I think she's right. Does anyone disagree?



*I will support publishing because I'm addicted to books, I can't help myself. The other day I was shopping for a power adapter and accidentally bought a book at the same time. I'm a reader, I'm hopelessly hooked. I have a Kindle 2, 300 books on that (give or take) and it's just not enough! God help me if I ever own a house again.

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I quit!

Monday, September 28, 2009

...my job, at least.

I've got two weeks at my current employment and then I'm taking flight, literally.

I can't wait to quit. Much as I like the people I work with - most of them, anyway - I've had about enough of the company itself. There have been some interesting reactions.

Overwhelmingly, the people I have told have been glad for me. Two have said they'll be sad to see me go, but just about everyone else is making the best of a bad job in a company they aren't particularly happy to be working for. The reason they're staying? Again, overwhelmingly, it's because there's nothing better to go to.

This is actually a little sad. There are some nice, talented people at the place where I work and some of them deserve a bit better (or a lot better) than they're getting. I suppose it all depends on what they are willing to risk in order to better themselves, and what the price for failure might be. For a lot of my colleagues, the price of failure would be too high, and that's to be regretted. I hope things improve for them and opportunities arise for them to leave too.

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Series Cancellations, TV Conservatism and The BBC

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Yes, I'm returning to a current bugbear. The thing is, many folks in the UK have no idea what they would be letting themselves in for if the UK's television landscape became like the USA's.

A quick reminder of How Things Are in the land of the free: Television programs exist to create a reason for you to watch adverts. Their primary purpose is to sell advertising space. This is how the networks make most of their money. A TV show that doesn't get an audience is taking up valuable space which could be better used by a TV show that people actually watch.

It's not about art. It's not about good. It's about "watched".

Our case in point is the ABC series Defying Gravity. This was a brave attempt to write some interesting sci-fi coupled with the proven-popular mechanics of relationships and angst as seen on Gray's Anatomy. Add to this the now-popular "every episode contains flashbacks" thing, as popularized by Lost and we have a patent way to get to know the characters and their inter-relationships while we advance the plot.

The plot is a goodie: after a tragic Mars mission, NASA decides to take a Grand Tour of the solar system. In flashback, we follow the crew of the ship through training and selection. In "realtime" we follow the progress of the mission and the challenges they face. The production design is nice - very "20 minutes into the future" - and the characters are engaging and interesting. They're all sympathetic to a greater or lesser degree, so the ensemble cast works really well, and we have only one real standout villain - the control freak Mission Director back on Earth.

We also have a problem: a mysterious entity known only as "Beta" is with the crew. We know it's alien and very powerful, but nothing else. In Episode 8, after all hell has broken loose, Beta decides to reveal itself to the crew. They stand in front of an open door - some are awestruck, some disquieted, and one is wondering what the hell is going on...and we only have to wait a week to find out for ourselves.

Except that episode 8 is the last we will ever see on broadcast TV. The show was quietly - and I had to Google "defying gravity cancelled" in order to find the news - canceled with the remainder of the 13 episodes to be seen. They won't be broadcast, so when ABC releases the DVD we can buy them and watch them that way.

I was watching the show on the Hulu website, since I don't have a TV, and was therefore contributing to the ratings. However, the show is gone. The stated reason for the cancellation was that the show was "having trouble finding an audience". This means that the ratings were not where they needed to be in order for the show to be worth broadcasting. Not that it failed, or was bad, but it just didn't get watched by enough people. It may not have been watched by enough people as it was shown, so they might not have included the online viewers. I don't have the figures, so I don't know.

However, it's my case in point: in a commercial environment the success and failure of a TV show, the drivers for every decision made about it, are economic. Let's use a more familiar example: Doctor Who would have been canceled in 1963 after the first story: BBC Execs were not happy with the show, it seemed to be having trouble finding an audience too - and if they'd been looking at advertising revenue, we would never have seen "The Dead Planet" let alone an actual Dalek.

If this sounds like sour grapes because a show I was watching got canned, you'd be wrong: I was far more invested in Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles which was just as interesting and well written, but also didn't get an audience. Primarily, I think, because not enough things exploded.

It's possible that Defying Gravity was too scifi for the Not We and not Scifi enough for the We. It's possible that the We decided there were too many squishy organic relationship things going on and this show was clearly for [edit: Not We], while the Not We were having a hard time reconciling the presence of people in space and an alien with romance and angst. These things are not mutually exclusive, but the audience was having a hard time deciding whether it liked the combination and ABC weren't really helping with the marketing. This show should have been perfect: it should have been a show that the Scifi Nerds with Normal Partners could have watched together, but for some reason that didn't happen. It's a shame, since I think it could have happened, but the show wasn't allowed time to develop. It was on the air for two months, and I found it on Hulu totally by accident whilst trying to find Better Off Ted.

Now imagine if this were to happen to the BBC. The typical BBC season is six episodes. If the BBC were dependent on ads it might kill a show after three. ITV axed Primeval because it was too expensive, and this means that we end up in an environment where if a show is going to succeed it has to be cheap. So you can kiss Torchwood and The Sarah Jane Adventures, a third season of Being Human, another season of Survivors and almost anything else not guaranteed high viewing figures goodbye. The TV landscape doesn't have space for anything that isn't able to justify the production costs, which is why we have seen so much reality TV over the years and why so much if it is awful.

It also means that TV becomes formulaic, that there is little or no risk taking in story or script, that you simply don't take chances. Look at the output of the BBC over the last few years and compare it to ITV and Channel 4. Look at the output of NBC, CBS, ABC and compare them with HBO.

If we end up parceling out the license fee or making the BBC accept adverts, we will end up with conservative, dull, ugly TV where nothing interesting or dangerous ever happens.

The alternative to the BBC is not something we want to see, because the alternative is shit.

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I was writing

Thursday, September 24, 2009

So, successes.

I've been published by Tweet The Meat four times. Yay! Click the link to read the stuff.

My contributions to The Celestial Toybox , the magazine of The Doctor Who Appreciation Society, continue unabated. Next up is issue 375/6 which contains a piece I did on The Cartmel Masterplan. I forget the grand total of issues I've appeared in, but we're looking at half a dozen at least.

Today I completed a bit on the first appearance of The Daleks, revised it (it's lots better now, but bears little or no resemblance to the original).

I make progress with the whole "Time War" thing. I now have one piece revised and another piece in dire need of tweaking. I was always impressed and amused by the dialog between spaceships that happens in Iain M. Banks's "Culture" novels (particularly "Excession") and this resulted in an attempt to write a short story that appears entirely as recorded data. Here's an extract:


[REDACT: node creation parameters restricted to Level 4 and above. If you require access to this data please see your supervisor]
[REDACT: 1.7s placement and space/time data restricted to level 4 and above.]
[REDACT: 4s traffic shaping - non neccessary data]

Identities Present.
AnsharadLiTom77-(red)[1337LART]
ChellPhanAnnie12-(blue)[SomeAssemblyRequired]
PanTorPan-element-Tor-element-Tor[LikenessOfAFreshYoungMaid]

+/set Tom
+/set Chell
+/set Tor

Tom - it's good to be with you again.
Chell - hello tom! It's been a while.
Tor - =image: sunrise over a snowfield=
Tom - it's good to see you too, Tor. We have about 20 seconds here before you go out of range. Do you have anything to share with us?

=stream: 127y data=
Tor - =image: an empty plate, remnants of food and a wineglass with a red residue in the bottom=
Chell - I bet! Wow. That's nearly a whole month's data. You're lucky to be out as far as you are.
Tor - =image: a child's birthday party. several laughing infant humans are present=
Tom - what, all the time?
Chell - I've spotted something interesting here. Tor, the third and ninth packets show an anomalous trend. Can you confirm that for me?
Tor - [ABRIDGED: half a second's worth of astrophysical data related to gravity, depicted as several charts and graphics]
Tor - =image: Rodin's Thinker=
Tor - =image: lightbulb=
Tor - [ABRIDGED: 1/100th of a second further equations and graphics relating to astrophyiscal and cosmological theory]
Tom - well, that's just not very likely.

BOX

Tom - what was that?

++CARRIER LOST - [LikenessOfAFreshYoungMaid]++

Chell - whoa.
Tom - one moment

/locate [LikenessOfAFreshYoungMaid]
\terminus not found

Tom - that's absurd. Even if the ship was destroyed it would take seconds

/display elapsed time
\session open for 2.1 seconds
It needs a bit of work, but I'm essentially happy with it. Of course, it's the last story in the sequence and now I have to go back and write the middle two, and then the one that occurred to me as being quite a cool idea but wasn't part of the plan at all, and possibly the other one that I'm sort of kicking around in a semi-amused fashion.

Anyway, when they are done they will be pulled together as one volume (called something like "Collateral Damage: A Possible History of the Last Great Time War") and presented for download and enjoyment as an ebook. Or eNovella. Or whatever. Part one is already at close to 10k words, so obviously I'd like to finish it and see what happens next.

The plan, such as it is, would be to have this ebook and invite people to d/l it for free, read it, review it if they like and tell people about it. I'd be interested in seeing what people think.

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Top 25 Who Stories

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Fandom, as a wise man noted, loves lists. I do not love lists, so here is one. It's in no particular order either.

- note: 2005 onwards, any multipart story counts as one choice!

Edge of Destruction
- an intense two parter, in which the nascent Tardis crew almost fall apart (and stab each other). It's full of 60s dramatic acting, but extremely effective and still compelling, and it contains a turning point for the character of The Doctor - in which Barbara Wright proves herself to be perhaps the most important companion The Doctor has ever listened to, and in which she sets up a situation which Russell T Davies will use again later.

Thinking about it, some current fans might think of Barbara as a sort of proto-Rose. But in fact, Rose is a Neo-Barbara.

The Wargames
- one of the few Troughton stories I've seen without recourse to recons, it's surprising how brave this is and how it manages to keep the attention over 10 episodes. It's worth the effort for the presence of the iconic Troughton era team: Zoe, Jamie, The Doctor plus assorted interesting
supporting characters and the introduction of The Time Lords themselves. This beats out Tomb because of the range of ideas and the performances.

Ghost Light
- an episode shorter than it should have been and occasionally quite baffling, but it's also a tour de force for Sylvester and Sophie, it's atmospheric and creepy, it's strange and it could only have been made as a Doctor Who story.

And don't worry, according to the DVD extras, most of the cast (and the director) didn't understand it either.

Silurians
- one of the best Who stories ever. It's a brilliant dilemma, it showcases The Doctor as a scientist and the Brigadier as a soldier. We get germ warfare, a tense race to find a cure and the unexpected deaths of quite a few civilians which really does raise the profile of the Silurians. After that, you have to wonder whether The Doctor's stance on the reptiles is quite the right one to take.

Spearhead from Space
- a genuinely frightening Doctor Who story, doing what the show does so very well: taking the mundane and making it uncanny. It's interesting to see The Doctor out of action for a comparatively long time, so we get to spend a while with the supporting cast and UNIT, which is important considering how large a part they will play in the coming years.

It's also got a genuinely creepy villain and while the Nestene intelligence is a not particularly good special effect (although the plastic thing in the tank is rather nice and understated), so much of the story is grounded in something approaching reality that you get a sense of The Doctor being a part of the Real World.

Three Doctors
- for me, this is the only multi-Doctor story that has ever worked. The Two Doctors comes close, because watching the contrast between Colin Baker and Pat Troughton brings to mind this initial outing with Pertwee, Troughton and Hartnell. It's not that good a story, really, but the
performances lift it from being an oddity to being something rather special.

Horror of Fang Rock
- this is the first time I realised that the endings of Doctor Who stories are not necessarily connected to the plot resolution. This is as much about the Doctor and Leela as it is about a trapped Rutan. It is chock full of atmosphere and a creeping dread, the supporting cast are fun, the resolution is exceptionally dodgy science, but it's such a Hinchcliffe/Holmes era story (and stands in for all of the stories that I couldn't put here, because it turns out I am a Hinchcliffe/Holmes Fanboy - and proud of it) that it's hard not to like.

State of Decay
- more Gothic horror, but one that features three awesome things. One is Tom Baker really getting into the feel of the story. One is Lalla Ward, and the chemistry she creates alongside Tom. And the third is the only good performance Matthew Waterhouse got out of Adric. Or do I have that backwards?

It's also got camp vampires, who nevertheless contrive to be a great deal more vampiric than Edward Cullen, and while there's very little in the way of scares, there's menace. Oh, and a wodge of Time Lord prehistory to keep the inner fanboy going squee into the night.

Logopolis
- Tom's swansong, and he plays it perfectly. I think it's the strongest performance from Baker, T. we get in at least the last two seasons; you can feel the loathing he has for the Master, the sense of doom he feels once he spots The Watcher and the fact that this is once more The Doctor as a hero: he does what he does knowing that he'll die, and does it anyway.

As exits go, I think this was the right way for the 4th Doctor to go out. Tom Baker was My Doctor, and Logopolis - even with the associated oddness that surrounds the story - underscored that I was going to miss him terribly. I did, too.

Black Orchid
- a BBC specialty and a thing of quiet and unassuming joy; it's the 1920s, the Doctor gets to play cricket, there are no monsters in it and we get to see two lots of Sarah Sutton - one half of which is not Nyssa. Hurrah!

Doctor Who does not need monsters. There are some stories where you can tell that the monster is integral and there are others where it's just been tacked on to fulfill the "hiding behind the sofa" criteria. Here, the monsters are people and vice versa. I find this rather satisfying.

Caves of Androzani
- A case in point. Ignore the stupid mud lava beast thingy, which definitely doesn't belong to any kind of ecosystem and has no place except to go "Raaah!" and claw at things, and concentrate instead on The Doctor and Peri in a great example of the thing only Doctor Who can do: a regeneration story.

It's interesting that the last 5th Doctor story is, in a way, the one that best defines him. Ignoring the supporting characters and subplots, we see The Doctor give up everything to save the life of a friend, and then draw on all of his friends for support as he dies.

Revelation of the Daleks
- Colin Baker really suffered during his tenure, but even in two seasons of very uneven stories there are gems and this is the brightest of them. If you ignore the Daleks, and you put the inevitable Davros appearance to once side there's the friendship between Peri and the 6th Doctor to watch. There's an...interesting...role for Alexi Sayle. There's the plotting and scheming among the staff of Tranquil Repose, which frankly does make all the shenanigans with Daleks worth while, and there's the redemption story for Orsini and his squire. The whole thing jumps and crackles with character and dialog that more or less render the presence of the Daleks pointless.

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances
- It has the scariest monster of the new run, the introduction of Captain Jack Harkness, some wonderful lines for all of the cast, The Doctor being extremely Doctorish, and possibly my favourite performance from Christopher Eccelston. Plus, everybody lives. It's a winner. If you flick through the number of cool moments, or fun lines, or interesting character moments, you can see why it had to be a two parter.

Boomtown
- It's very cool, this story. The concept of a defeated enemy sitting down face to face with The Doctor and asking him to justify his actions, is interesting. Where does The Doctor, who has been judge and jury for so many, get his right to condemn others? We don't want that question answered, so this becomes a classical Greek play with a deus ex machina at the end to sort things out. Alongside that, there's the tale of Mickey and Rose. Potentially this is the start of Mickey Smith's rise to greatness, so it's good to see him confront Rose about how her decisions have affected him. In a very short space of time, we learn a great deal about our two central characters, and we're reminded - not for the first time since The Edge of Destruction, and not for the last this series - that the TARDIS has some character of it's own.

Dalek
- There was a time, back in the days of William Hartnell and Patrick Troughton, when the Daleks were badass. They got slightly watered down in the Pertwee years, saddled with Davros during Tom's run and stayed Davros's pet goons down the years that followed. Even with a brief return to being badass in Remembrance, it's pretty much All Davros All The Time. When the 7th Doctor blows up Skaro, it's almost a mercy killing.

This story puts the Daleks back where they belong: intelligent, scary, ruthlessly efficient. Evil.

Some people have commented that the dubious flirtation with Rose Tyler emotions was a bit "Exterminate! Exterminate! What! Is! Love?" but they ignore the fact that the Dalek is not at all happy with the situation and finds itself repellent. It latches on to Rose because it is a Dalek and it needs orders, not because it feels anything for her. Right up to the end, the Dalek is manipulative and determined. It also manages to pwn The Doctor, which isn't bad at all for a lone pepperpot.

Love & Monsters
- People have described this as RTD's letter to fandom. I think of it as a mirror. Fandom has always been something that people come together over, something that gives people common ground and something to tussle over. Fandom is very much L.I'n'D.A. and although we meet them but briefly we can see elements of fans we have known in those characters. And together, via their various conventions and oddities, they actually become something more than just fans. RTD enjoys fandom just as much as we do, and just as we do sees that it also has flaws.

The story works, too. As does the Monster, and particularly well because it was designed by a Blue Peter viewer (something which has to have been the cause of a few sleepless nights for the production team). But inspiration comes in strange places, because the critter turns out to be a rather useful allegory for either superfans or internet fandom. It's perhaps the quintessential RTD story because it's working away on a number of levels, and because RTD can't resist throwing in a few laughs and a sly comment on The Doctor's character. It also develops Jackie Tyler in interesting directions, all of which is unusual and new for the show. There had never been a story like Love & Monsters - at least in Who's canon - and quite apart from introducing us to Doctor Lite stories it does something else equally important: it gives the fans something else to argue over.

Tooth & Claw
- Scottish werewolves! Scottish Kung Fu Monks! Queen Victoria, armed and dangerous! Every fanboy button I own - and note that I am not a particular fan of Scotland, Kung Fu Monks or werewolves by themselves - pushed in very short order. So how could I not include it?

The Shakespeare Code
- I am a sucker for Shakespeare. I am also a sucker for the likes of Shakespeare In Love, so I was always going to enjoy this. Plus, Martha Jones in Shakespeare's London, a bit of location work at the Globe, some local temporal colour and the Carrionites, whom I rather enjoyed - add up to a fun story. Plus, of course, there's the subtle hint to the kids watching: William Shakespeare was the JK Rowling of his day. Interesting approach.

The other thing is, since The Unquiet Dead, it's become obvious that The Doctor likes writers. Dickens, Shakespeare, Agatha Christie...

Of course, being meta about it one realises that this is writers trying to pimp their craft. And long may they do so! Bloody good idea! As long as he never meets L Ron Hubbard, we're good.

Utopia/The Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords
- If I wanted to be grumpy about it, this is technically not a three parter. But sod that, it's my list. I enjoy everything about this trilogy. The presence of Derek Jacobi is a treat, the arrival of John Sim is another, the presence of Captain Jack (and the resumption of various running gags about Jack) is a third. We get The Master back, we get cannibal hordes, a stolen TARDIS, the Master wins by becoming Prime Minister, marries, conquers The Earth, kills millions of people, beats The Doctor (griefly) AND does a song and dance number on the way past. There's almost too much to cover, too many reasons why this trilogy leads the others for sheer spectacle and awe.

Oh. For the record. Floaty Jesus Doctor? Totally based on scientific study (if not actual results) so, you know, all y'all and the horse you rode in on if you don't like it.

Partners in Crime
- It's a romp. It's fun, slightly silly, so sit back and watch the cast. It works, it's a great way to remind us who Donna is and why we should like her. Catherine Tate is ace, and a good match for David Tennant. Donna, over the course of this story, is almost in SJS territory and that's instantly endearing.

Plus, I just like the lighter touch.

Midnight
- A Donna Light story. Cramped, unnerving, RTD firing on all cylinders, excellent work from the cast in a Night of the Living Dead situation...

It's a relief when it's over. But you can't take your eyes off it when it's on.

Turn Left
- Way, way back in The Edge of Destruction we see an important moment in The Doctor's character development: his decision that his companions are worth trusting. After that, we sort of forget how important they are to him.

This is the story of what happens if The Doctor doesn't have a companion for one dark moment. Oh, we've seen it before (Rose in "Dalek", Sarah Jane in "School Reunion") but this takes us to a pivotal moment and shows us what would have happened if the Doctor and Donna had never met.

What's most interesting is that, in the end, Donna does the typically Doctor Who thing: she redeems herself totally with an act of self sacrifice. It's a powerful and quite moving story, very human, as we rattle through the last couple of years listening as familiar characters fall (we hear the end of Torchwood, the fall of Sarah Jane Smith and the death of Martha Jones in passing) and events take place which would otherwise have not, and we're left with the understanding that Donna's a lot more important than she thinks.

Of course, this is rather undercut by the reappearance of Rose Tyler. Bah.

Remebrance of the Daleks

Back to the start in so many ways: the Doctor vs the Daleks. But this is the 7th Doctor embarking on what is occasionally referred to as the "unfinished business" arc or the equally portentous "Cartmel Masterplan".

I like it because new companion Ace takes center stage and her relationship with a darker, slightly more dangerous Doctor appears. There's a lot to like in this story, particularly the Doctor's cafe chat and the gleeful demolition of a Dalek by Ace wielding a baseball bat.

The ending is weak - The Doctor Kirks a Dalek - and it's got Davros in it, but that's OK for the rant the Doctor goes off on. It's also nice to see the Daleks making an attempt to get back on form.

The Robots of Death
I had to toss a coin between this and Talons of Weng Chiang, and Robots won.

It's a base under siege story, with the twist that the base has already been infiltrated. The 4th Doctor and Leela feature, with some interesting character points from both, but my attention is largely on the crew of the sandminer - who begin to crack up almost before the killings start - and the robots themselves.

There's even a good reason for the villain to be a nutter - and he is, a quality nutter - which helps round out the whole story.

The "D'you want to come with me?" trailer
Listen, it's my list and I can have this in it if I want.
It's the full pre-season trailer with Eccleston and our first look at the Tardis, and that litany of what was to come. It's the single best trailer I have ever seen, for anything, ever, and it sent - and still sends- chills down my spine. It gives me goosebumps. It causes me to say "now what have we here?" and feel like a tiny child on Xmas eve.

It's pure, distilled many times, Doctor Who. If I was ever in a position to give Who writers advice (ha!) then I would point them at that trailer and say "write like it's going to be ushered in by that trailer".

So, technically, not an episode as such but oh lor, what a trailer!

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The Government really needs a good firing.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

That's a bit of a contentious title.

I mean the Government of the UK, or at least the bits of it that won't listen to the board of advisors that they appointed to reel the BBC in and make them behave.

HMG planned to "top slice" (whatever that means) 130 million off the license fee in 2010 and give it to ITV and Channel 4 (or just C4) on the basis that they too perform elements of public service broadcasting.

The BBC Trust have been doing some research and have discovered that the recent 5.50 rise in the fee, levied to pay for the switch to digital, needs to go away next year - after the switch is completed. I'd rather it was kept on and the extra fiver went to making a new series of Torchwood, or perhaps was used to commission some new programming in from some new writers. Maybe we could have another poetry season. However, the general public thinks it should go and the license fee should come down.

OK.

They also said that the general public does NOT want C4 or ITV getting hold of the license fee, or any part of it.

Here's the whole story including the whys and wherefores of the survey.

The Daily Mail puts it like this.

The Daily Mail is owned by The Daily Mail and General Trust, who have a subsidiary called DMG, who own a 20% interest in ITN...well, Wiki has a general list here, with appropriate caveats about trusting Wiki entirely.

Essentially, the Daily Mail's parent company is in direct competition with the BBC, both for local and national news, and has a significant internet presence to defend - a presence which is going to either have to change business models or disappear behind a paywall while the BBC continues to be "free".

The Government's response to the license fee issue was "well, we might anyway" - which is why it needs firing. The people have spoken, at least in a poll, and this should indicate that they've got to rethink.

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James Murdoch Hates The BBC.

Monday, September 7, 2009

It looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, because this
Murdoch is as Howling Mad as his dad!

...what?

James Murdoch says the scope of the BBC's ambition is "chilling". So?
It's a corporation created by Royal Charter at a time when Great Britain owned two thirds of the gorram planet.

James says it's impossible to compete with the BBC because it gives things away free.

James is wrong.

The license fee pays for the BBC and everyone with a TV pays the licence fee. So it ain't free. If you want to build up a case against the BBC having the licence fee, be a better public service
broadcaster than they are. Make your content better and drain away their audience. Spend some money on the things that your network shows. You know, compete.

James says that the BBC is a state broadcaster. Except that the State doesn't really like the BBC. James works in the News Corporation, which also owns Fox, so his relationship with current events is going to be shaky at best. James may have missed the Government of the UK punishing the anti-government BBC by threatening its funding. James may have missed that
a DG got sacked for telling the truth about the UK's entry into Gulf War 2. James may regularly miss that, while the BBC is the Crown's deal, it's the Exchequer that collects the License Fee.

He's also missed that the BBC is generally known for a mild bias against the sitting Government of the day and always has been. The BBC has perennially been a thorn in the side of whoever's residing at 10 Downing Street and has developed a generation or two of political interviewers and
commentators who simply aren't all that impressed by the title "Minister".

This is hardly the behavior of a "state" broadcaster, but it's an unsurprising comment from the people that brought you Fox News, which famously won a court case in which it claimed it didn't need actual facts to broadcast news. Instead of making Fox News broadcast under the banner of "current events entertainment" or "current events opinion", it's still allowed to be a news channel. Baffling.

James Murdoch is wrong about practically everything, which is just one of the reasons that the News Corporation's profits are down and there's going to be an awful lot of scrambling to make people pay for things that were previously free. Long term, that's going to make his position worse, not better, and it's probably time that the UK took a long, hard look at the BBC and decided once and for all whether they want it.

My opinion is that it would be foolish in the extreme to allow it to disappear, and that the Government in particular needs to be aware that punishing the BBC makes them look like totalitarians and twats.

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Updatingness, and stuff, and vampires and Star Trek

The State of Play.

I have, I think, a mere six weeks left of my time in the USA. I shall miss
bits of it.

In the next six weeks, I have to reduce my life to less than 100,
preferably less than 80, lbs of stuff. I have to quit my job, quit my
apartment and leave behind everything that the last eight years has meant.
Then I have to rebuild it all in another country.

I admit, I'm nervous. Eager for the challenge, but nervous.

It's all uncomfortably close. Right around the corner, this big change.

Vampires

I've seen Let the Right One In and ooo, that was good. Dubbed into English, since I don't speak Swedish. The Americans don't think anyone will understand a movie set in Sweden and are remaking it. I certainly hope they don't get it wrong.

The film itself was written by the guy who wrote the book, so it's interesting to see what cuts and changes he made, alongside a director who was dead set on making the entire book into a movie and using all of it. Naturally, this would have been a long movie.

The movie is chilling, not so much for vampire creepery, but because the location and the characters contribute to the feeling that everyone and everything in the film are somehow trapped. Trapped by habit, by weakness, by immortality, by desires and by actions. It presents a really bleak picture which herds you and hems you in. It's also strangely beautiful.

Plus, the writer actually sat down and wondered what happens if a vampire enters a dwelling uninvited. Score!

I also rediscovered the 1998 TV show Ultraviolet starring all sorts of interesting people. Joe Ahearne wrote and directed this single series 6 episode run about vampires and the government team that investigates them. If you want to know what Torchwood pre-Children of Earth could have been, and what Torchwood post COE might be, it's worth buying the DVD and watching this intelligent, interesting show.

I have also seen Star Trek. Excellent cast, excellent fun, makes my inner scifi geek sit up and scream with anger while at the same time making me love the heck out of everything that happens. I can point to a half dozen things that were rubbish (like being able to see Vulcan from Delta Vega) whilst at the same time willingly ignoring absolutely everything because of the main cast's performances and the breakneck speed of the plot.

Less lens flair next time, though.

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Craftsman, Artist or Professional?

Monday, June 22, 2009

This was inspired by a conversation I had, or at least a couple of tweets I
exchanged, this morning with @digitalfiction.

Is it fiction? Or Content?

Blimey.

But it's an important distinction. Are we doing this for the sake of art
or are we in it for the money? Or both? These days, what is the Writer?

Let me get my personal nonsense out of the way first: if I'm any good as a
writer it's because there is a part of me that wants to be a craftsman.
I'm slightly too cynical to consider myself an Artist (and perhaps too self
conscious to risk making that claim) and I'm deeply suspicious of anything
that sounds like management speak. It sounds like the world is once again
relegating the writer to a mere backroom person, a shadowy figure wreathed
in whisky sweat, swearing and cigarette smoke who emerges from some troglodyte
twilight world clutching double spaced typewritten paper. It sounds like
the delivery mechanism exists to be provided with content, as if the writer
is enslaved by it.

There are writers apparently in thrall to the blank page, who cannot see a
space without attempting to fill it with words and ideas. I am not one of
them, as evidenced by my startling output this year alone. I think the
rest of us write for different reasons.

One of them appears to be theb ability to create short items of almost no value that nevertheless trigger Google to place interesting adverts. A lot of content provision systems rely on this targeted writing, most of which it devoid of character, usefulness, interest or spark. Believe me, I've tried it. It soon palls and you wish you were doing something else. Preferably something creative.

I think this might be a cart before the horse issue. Folks want to make money, preferably not by going to work for someone else in a cubicle. It occurs to them that they have two markets - people who like to read things and people who want to write things. They can probably monetize the website with adsense or something very like it. There are business models that will provide an actual income stream from a site that's set up the right way. At this point, it doesn't matter what the content is. You could, potentially, make money out of bloody awful slash or fanfic (if it
wasn't someone else's IP and the faast route to having your rear sued off by a major publisher or studio), because it attracts a loyal audience. If you include a way for writers to communicate with readers, you've got another reason for people to stay on the site and spend time abnsorbing the ads.

As I said, at this point it doesn't matter what the content is because it's camouflage for the advertising. That's content provision and the sole intention of the site is to provide the owner with an income stream; it has the secondary effect of making amateur writers feel important. I know this because it's the exact reason I've wanted to contribute to similar sites -
you find a market that pays actual money and it makes you feel like a legit writer, no matter how amateur you really are.

So I suspect the answer to whether we are content providers or writers depends entirely on why we do what we do.

It's not only the online world that behaves in this way. The standard publishing industry also behaves in a manner more or less guaranteed to restrict the author. The publishing industry would like more than a few authors to become brand names, because that guarantees sales. This is something I learned from the Fantasy genre, and Dave Langford (way back when he was writing a review column for White Dwarf (which, at the time, was a magazine about more than one game), and I'm showing my age now). Why are there so many fantasy trilogies? Because fans cut their teeth on Lord of the Rings and expect these types of book to come in threes. These days at least threes. Or in multiples of three. Or five. Which makes life really interesting if you've got a really good idea for a stand alone fantasy novel.

The desire for more of the same - the McDonalds Instinct - is the desire for what we know to be comfortable and safe; we will buy what we already know we like. People who refuse to live in that comfort zone are strange, hard to advertise to, and interesting.

I'm straying. Essentially, the publishing industry wants writers to be deliverers of content too and it's a rare author that refuses to stay put (Neil Gaiman seems to pretty much do what he wants when he wants to, and it generally turns out rather well) or finds a place in which to write anything that they want whilst kidding us all that it's another in a long line of similar books. And yes, Terry Pratchett, I am looking at you.

I think those writers who make a decision to stick to what sells are making a rational and intelligent choice, because I would gnaw off my own...ooo...left leg in order to be paid well enough to quit working in a soul destroying cubical and to sit at a computer writing all day. I would! And if I want to, all I need to do is write something that people like and sell it. Then do it again, and again, until someone realises that they can make quite a bit of money from my labours and pays me to stop going to work and to work for them instead.

I'd do it, too.

But where does that leave art? I think the position of writer as artist hasn't changed an awful lot. I think if you're writing for the sake of art, if you're writing for the sheer joy of writing, nothing's going to stop you so long as someone, some long suffering friend or tiny audience, is reading you. Eventually we might find that the artists come back into fashion. I hope so. I'd quite like to see what the Content Managers make of it.

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Digital Britain: Rant Warning. Sweariness ahoy.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Digital Britain report is out and I'm not convinced by it.

There are good things -

50p a month to ensure 2mbp broadband nationwide by 2012 (just in time to
stream the apocalypse). Nice one.

Three Strike Rule for File Sharers. - not so good. Here's why:

1: Competition.
- no UK ISP is going to hand customers to a competitor. I worked for a
cable ISP in the USA who enforced the DMCA by suspending access and
terminating it for repeat offenders. It worked because we were the only
game in town. No one else was willing to drag the internet out to the cuds
where we did, so if you were busted for DMCA three times, your internet was
GONE and not coming back. If we'd had competitors, there would have been a
different business model. In the UK there are a dizzying number of ways to
get internet service, so if I'm determined to go P2P and get busted, I will
switch provider, be back on line very quickly thereafter.

2: Privacy.
- the way in which you catch a person sharing copyrighted files over a P2P
network is to browse the share folder they keep on their computer. Let's
imagine for a moment that you'd be dumb enough to leave all the illegal
material you own in that folder: the P2P network has access to it, because
that's the point of Peer To Peer sharing: as you download a file you're
also uploading it to other people who are downloading it...and uploading it
to still others. It means that someone out there is using the P2P client,
or something very like it, to wander around looking at the contents of your
share folder. Sure, if you can be identified as seeding a copyrighted file
then you could be in trouble. But otherwise, it's an open invitation for
people to snoop.

In the USA, the DMCA makes it clear that it's seeding and sharing that
people have a problem with: leech all you want!

3: Technical expertise and workarounds.
- I am not a hacker, not even close to being a hacker. Yet even I, less
than a script-kiddie, know more than one way to share a file. The comments
in the Digital Britain report make it seem as though P2P is the only way,
but I know it's not.
- I know that if I want to share files that I shouldn't be sharing, I need
to obscure my tracks on the internet. I can do this several ways. If I
was technically minded, I would do some learning and read up about IP
spoofing. After all, the primary way to track internet activity is by IP
address and if you can hide yours, or make yours look like someone else's,
so much the better. I've seen people become victims of this sort of thing.
- there are legitimate services out there - FTP, Drop Box, newsgroups -
that share information and are specifically created to do so. Sharing
information is what the Internet is about. Unless someone is get all
President Madagascar about the internet and block everything except Port
80, someone is going to find a way to use a legit service to do something
they shouldn't.

Solution?
- Make getting access to your content easy and worthwhile. Do a decent
deal with the artists and creative people for Digital Rights. Recognise
that the internet, and the people who use it, have very little time for
borders and geography. Don't geo-lock content, make it available for
subscription or by accepting the presence of advertising. If your content
is good enough and the service simple enough, chances are I'll pay a fee to
watch a show.
- if you are the artist, look...I have to confess, my relationship with
your art is much stronger when I have a relationship with you. My
favourite writers all have a presence on Twitter, for example, and have
demostrated that they think a bit like I do. Instant connection, and
instant desire to keep them working on their art by...ta.daaaaa! Buying
Their Stuff!
- Stop stressing about Monetizing things. Ferthelovamike, the Internet
does not require monetizing! It is not a place! It is not a product! And
fuck you if you think it is! The internet is a delivery system and a
communications tool. You don't have to monetize it, you just have to have
a product people want to pay for. What a lot of companies are running into
is that people genuinely don't think their products are worth paying for.
- Any old shit you choose to give us is will no longer do.

BBC Shares Licence Fee with ITV and C4
- No. Thrice no and double fuck off.
- for one thing, did the BBC go crying to .gov when ITV and C4 were riding
high? No. Have .gov beaten the BBC like a dog and dragged it around the
yard? Yes. Is a media free from corporate editorial control and also free
from the .gov influence a good thing that we're about to lose?

Yes.

IF ITV and C4 are unable to generate revenue from advertising, because
their programming is unable to capture viewers, I do not want to subsidize
them. They have failed. I'm very sorry about that, because even at it's
worst C4 is head and shoulders above the likes of ABC, and I'm also sorry
that ITV and C4 weren't smart enough to compete with Sky, or Virgin. We
keep being told we are a capitalist nation, and that means sometimes
companies fail. It should not ever be the job of the government to prop up
failing businesses.

It is also a terrible mistake to sacrifice the BBC in order to do it.
The BBC is:

The best news service in the world, although I hear surprising things about
Al Jazeera.
The most comprehensive and consistently the highest quality radio service
in the world. BBC 7 in particular has been a thing of joy - the other
night I lay back, headphones on, tea in hand, listening to Alan Bennett
read "The Wind in the Willows". Glorious. Utterly glorious.

If ITV and C4 cannot compete without sharing in the BBC's revenue source -
which has been an excuse for the forces of .gov to hold the BBC to ransom
over the last decade or so - then they have failed as ventures. If C4 is
the natural home of digital innovation, why do I not ever visit a single C4
website? Why do I never hear about the exciting things they are doing?
And why are we going to punish the BBC because they failed?

If we divert funds from the BBC, we stand to see a drop in program quality.
I for one am not willing to miss out on stuff like Top Gear, Doctor Who,
Ashes to Ashes, Being Human and a variety of other shows the BBC has
produced in the last few years. I don't want talent shows, or reality
shows. I want stuff like the BBC's poetry season or QI. Stuff, in other
words, that if I know where to look I can find online. Because people
think it's worth sharing and preserving. A lot of it...most of it...seems
to be BBC content.

It argues that people are not generally keen to share the output of other channels because it's of a limited appeal. Folks in America are generally very impressed with BBC output, and some stuff from elsewhere - Primeval ( now cancelled! Booo!) and Skins, for example.

Enough of this for the moment.

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I own an e-book reader!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

I said I wouldn't buy a Kindle.

Actually, I bought a Kindle 2.

The Kindle DX was too expensive; this was the sole reason for not
pre-ordering it, although now I read a few of the reviews I'm wondering if
I didn't make the right choice anyway.

What I wanted was an e book reader that would replace my library of
paperbacks, because I keep being parted from my nests of books by my habit
of relocating. The idea is that if I get a reader with enough space I can
have as many books as possible and take them all with me. The Kindle 2
holds 1500, which seems like a suitably vast amount. Even with my
compulsive need to fill all available storage space with stuff (which is
why my PC's hdd and the external HDD and my various flash drives are all
crowded) it's going to take me a while to fill 1.4gig with e-books.

And indeed it will. I went through a total frenzy of finding, downloading
and in some cases converting free ebooks into Kindle readable format. I
have well over 100 ebooks now, and I have noticed a couple of things
already.

Firstly, the Kindle 2 itself:

- it's light, easy to handle, I'm not bothered about page turning. It's
as simple and as satisfying to click a button as it is to turn a page. It
has the advantage that, when I'm reading in bed and drop the book, I don't
lose my page. The disadvantage is that I can't turn quickly to a section,
but I haven't investigated the possibility of marking spots I want to
return to yet. The Kindle2 has a variety of functions that I haven't
played with yet, and these are fast becoming things I am saving for wet
Sunday afternoons (not that we get many in Phoenix). I also want to
question the wisdom of having the manual in the reader, even though it's
well set out and seems to contain all of the examples you need to figure
out the operations it describes.

I have, of course, played with the wireless settings. Books really do
arrive in a minute or less, which takes the waiting out of ordering stuff
online. That delay to gratification was always an issue with a
biblioaddict like me, and now I can get most of the things I want
immediately.

The web browser is primitive and the screen not well suited to reading
anything but the simplest human readable text. Which, honestly, is for the
best. I have managed to navigate some picture heavy sites by kicking the
browser into Advanced mode - and the e-ink screen is not well suited to
reproducing colour pictures, nor websites with dark backgrounds. It's
worth using the links to places like Wiki, and it will be worth my while to
pop back to one site in particular to change my preferences to make it
kindle readable. Why?
Well...to have an electronic book through which I can access The
Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy is, essentially, geek heaven. So I want
to. I think the Kindle will be able to read the site properly if I use
Brunel instead of Classic Goo.

But think about it - I can access the Guide via an electronic book. How
Douglas Adams is that?

I haven't tried the text to speech feature, although if I can find a copy of
"A Brief History of Time" I might have the Kindle read that to me.
I also haven't tried using the Kindle 2 as an MP3 player, because I already
have one of those. It's nice to know I can listen to Audiobooks, but, as I
said, I have an MP3 player which packs a couple of gig more than the
Kindle2, so I shall save the space on the K2 for actual books.

In short, it's easy and pleasant to use. I'm not getting into the politics
of the Kindle2, the DRM nonsense et al - please see the collected works of
people like John Scalzi and Cory Doctorow for the full SP - they know far
more than me.

The other thing the Kindle2 has opened up is the real utility of the
Creative Commons Licence, and it's also had an effect on me.
I admit, free is my favourite price. And I also admit that I'm unhappy
about having a copy of something I haven't paid for, and therefore it is
lovely to see folks like Charles Stross, Cory Doctorow and John Scalzi
making stories and, indeed, whole novels available under Creative Commons.
The side effect is that I now want to buy their books.

I do! I want the physical object as much as ever and the Kindle is a nice
way to have a portable version. But when I'm settled again, and have
bookshelves, a priority will be given to buying the works of authors I have
read and enjoyed thanks to Creative Commons.

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Published and Paid!

Friday, May 29, 2009

Me!

I was!

OK, calm down. It's Tweet The Meat and it's for the princely sum of a dollar, and you can read it sometime next week on Twitter.

So, you know, only a potential audience of 8 million or so people.

However, paid for fiction! It might be 140 character fiction, but paid! Next ambition: paid for longer fiction! And also, I think I'll try and get published via Tweet The Meat again.

Right. Markets to research, things to write.

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Honestly, minds in the gutter, the lot of you.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Item! Twitter does something useful!

Yep. It unexpectedly recommended me some music. The Lost, in fact. Utterly unlike my normal playlist fare, I happened to mention on Twitter that I liked clever lyrics and lo! the chap behind The Lost suggested I might like his stuff.

He was right.

Item! Dave Buggered for Inspiration!

You know how it goes, sometimes. Well, it's done more than go, it's gone!

Item! Audiobooks of Note.

I bought the first of the Lankmar series, from Audible. Having never read Lieber (for shame! for shame!) I wasn't sure what I was in for. Now I think I'm hooked.

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The New Word Order

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Back on April 1st, I instituted a real, honest to goodness competition.
When one comments, one is required to enter a random clump of letters to show one is not a spambot.

I have asked that commenters turn these into words and define them, with the very best winning something at the end of the year.

It's been a month - so how are we doing?

Eletingl - the creeping sense of horror you get when you suspect that a large animal has crept up on you very quietly and is now RIGHT BEHIND YOU.
- Lucy McGough

offacho: The kind of sneeze that makes you fall backwards from the bench you're sitting on.
- mand

saxirei: a complicated variety of clasp worn at the neck of Plyoogian cloaks and capes.
- mand

Armina - small Muslim country hiding in the mountains of Kazakhstan, hoping that no-one invades it. Exports horse-milk yoghurt and turquoise.
- Lucy McGough

frinessa: the state of being unable to distinguish between memories and dreams. Can occur when asleep or awake.
- Lucy McGough

dersh: the sound all that water makes when you close your umbrella suddenly
- mand

Noppr - Someone who, though tired beyond all reasonable measure, is prevented from taking refuge in sleep due to being sat at a desk (usually at work, though in the case of a noppree little work will actually be taking place).

Sometimes caused by being set a tedious task by your employer, or 'nopprific'...
- Graymalkin

mulneden, which is the practice of denying, while EITHER holding one's nose OR suffering a broken nose or nosebleed (though some authorities hold that mulneddlibbnen is the more correct term in the latter case), that one has recently ingested mulled wine.
- mand

So far so good. Keep commenting! And I'll attempt to post things that make you want to comment a bit more often, to keep the momentum going.

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Gubbins

Monday, May 4, 2009

Rather foolishly, I have more or less convinced myself that if I can get a few things out of my head I can go back to work and concentrate.

So here I am. Doing precisely what I want to do instead of what I should be doing, which is a wretched and guilt-laden thing. But as John Ruskin said "Labour without joy is base".

What I want to be doing is writing, as usual. I put together four submissions for Tweet the Meat, dispatched them and felt gleeful about it. There is something immensely satisfying about having completed work which does not extend to actual employment work itself. The answer is to become much more intense about the work I would prefer to be doing, so that it becomes the work I live on. That's going to be an amusing journey, because I have to become a lot less lazy.

There are an assortment of excellent things happening. Two pieces for Celestial Toybox are in the works (one almost done, one still in the planning stages), I'm researching a new market (links etc when I know what it's all about) and working towards finishing a short story that has been around for ages, which rather lost it's way. The last bout of mania kicked off a whole swathe of short stories which I now need to work on, including -

the "Time War" fics.
- a rewrite of "Daleks on Goth", which is now actually not bad.
- a fic about Dhiren Koduri.
- a fic about Roseli
- a fic provisionally entitled "Prisoner of the Daleks", which I now have to retitle because someone has written an actual Doctor Who novel with that title.
- I have to plan and write a fic about Tom the PostHuman, because that's the last part of the characters trilogy, and should be about the fall of Gallifrey, possibly.

Parting Gesture
- which has been "in the works" forever, and needs to be finished.

and a few other things that are currently no more than a frantic scribble or two and an enthused note.

In related happiness: Write Monkey is a lovely thing and those who would like a distraction free writing environment will find it useful. I'm enjoying it. I would be enjoying it a lot more if they made a version for Linux, and I might well make a perm. swap to Ubuntu 9.04, or the next LTS version, and use Write Monkey via WINE, or something similar.

In a week, I shall look back on this post and giggle at my optimism.

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Swine Flu 2

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I think I might have Tweeted about this; on the way to work this morning, listening to KFrothingYankeeIdiot, the conversation in the car turned to Swine Flu. It's a serious concern; we're waiting for Grace and Michaela's school to close thanks to a pupil coming down with flu symptoms and, if that happens, there's a domino effect: if Grace and Mike were exposed, then Danielle was, and if she was then I was. Basically, we have to stay home until we get sick, get better or five days passes with no symptoms.

One thing that's not helping: it's allergy season. A lot of plants are blooming, which means a lot of people are sneezing and spluttering. It's hard to tell whether you're sick or are having an allergic reaction to something. It also means an awful lot of people are sneezing all over the place, which is going to increase the changes of catching whatever they've just sneezed.

Although AZ was H1N1 free, today we hear that there are four cases; we get to work to find notes on the doors: if you're symptomatic or have been to Mexico, don't come into the building. This afternoon, we hear that the W.H.O. (still think they should be the United Nations Infection Taskforce) has upped their alert level and, moments ago, the company has put out a cheerful reminder that we need to maintain good personal hygiene etc. The key is "stay home if you are unwell" - and this is worth pointing out because it runs contrary to American corporate culture. People who get sick come to work. They sit in their cubes making unhappy gurgling noises and demand sympathy, or complain loudly in the elevators that they're so very, very ill and yet still at work. Well, no more of that. They now need to go home, and they also need to start following some very specific rules about coming back to work.

It's all getting a little more serious. I will probably check the bank account and make a couple of sensible purchases - water, fever reducers, some other helpful odds and ends - just in case. You know, the sort of stuff you should probably have in a flat anyway. I can normally rely on my immune system. It's put up with all kinds of abuse, and it generally copes with invaders thuswise: it invites them in for a few drinks and a game of pool, gets them horribly drunk, feeds them a suspicious kebab and then lets them enjoy the hangover next day. The point is, when it comes time for the virus to replicate, it's so drunk it can't, and the following day it's so mortified at the thought it might have replicated the niht before that it doesn't want to and shuffles off looking for a way home that involves meeting the fewest gazes possible.

Don't knock it. My disreputable immune system works.

Anyway, I'm slightly concerned because I'm the least fit I have ever been (and that's saying something...I am blob! Hear me...eat crisps!) and therefore at risk from viruses. If I was a PC, I'd be running unpatched XP with an equally unpatched IE6. It seems like a good time to put some measures in place that mean I can look after myself if I do get ill.

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Swine Flu Fever

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

I love situations that contain an inherrant contradiction (which is why Discordianism is right for me!). So you can imagine how pleased I was to hear KFYI host Bruce Jacobs this morning, complaining about the Government's response to Swine Flu.

Bruce thinks we should be all President Madagascar* about the problem. American should close borders, should be checking people who fly in from Mexico at the airports, and the Government should be a part of this.

Bruce is, of course, a conservative. He would prefer the Government stay out of his business. He would prefer to take care of his own healthcare requirements and not be a part of any government mandated universal healthcare plan, or even have the government tell him what he can and cannot do about his own health. Until now, of course.

Bruce has tried to insist that the Bush administration laid in good stocks of 'flu vaccine. Of course, it did. For a different variant of flu. Bruce, it's not like prescription meds where you can get a less costly generic brand. Influenza vaccines have to be made to fight a specific strain or they're useless. So right now, the stockpile is useless for treating Swine Flu. Not that it matters to Bruce, howling for the Government to take charge and DO things!

Actually, the government has done about all it can; the best things for people to do right now are all about taking good care of themselves and reducing the risk of getting the disease. Stay away from crowds, wash your hands, try not to sneeze all over people. What else works? Well, not much right now. I would say "it's only the flu" but previous flu pandemics were horrific and I don't want to come back to this blog having crawled out of the smoking remains of civilisation to say "uhh...yeah...about that whole swine flu thing...".

I just find it interesting that Talk Radio is politicizing the disease and the response to the disease, that the conservative angle is at odds with their statements about how little they want the government to interfere in things, how they ask for airlines and airports to institute screening with no thought about cost or organisation (how many flights into how many airports around the country? And isn't it already too late? Because the virus has shown up in New York, and assorted other spots around the world, so to start screening now would be pointless: it's got dozens of other transmission routes already, and will already have spread via the various hubs...won't it?). I also find it ironic, since Bruce is the guy who hates Journalists and who seems incapable of doing the minimal research required to prevent himself sounding like an ass.





*some explanation is required. This is a reference to an online game called Pandemic 2, in which the player crafts and releases a disease with the express purpose of wiping out all human life on the planet. Part of the difficulty is getting your disease everywhere before countries close their borders - with Madagascar being particularly prone to isolating itself from the rest of the world. Hence this cartoon .

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Weird Dave is Weird.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

You know those days when nothing goes as you need it to, but nothing fails badly enough to warrant a bit fo a sob and some sympathy?

I'm having one of those.

It begins last night, with the Little Blue Pills of Doom.

I've not been sleeping well, not for about three weeks now; I've had no more than three or four hours sleep a night, which has started to affect my ability to think and also my temper. This is not a good thing for work, let alone anything else. On Tuesday, I caved in and went to the drug store. I bought a box of sleepy-time type tablets that were guaranteed non-habit forming etc. They didn't work at all on Tuesday night when I was awake until midnight and then only briefly able to sleep thereafter. Last night, I tried them again and was asleep by 7pm.

The dreams were interesting. Apparently, the pills pushed my body into sleep and left my head spinning, because I remember several vivid elements from my dreams.

Element One: the most awful horror film ever made. Not awful as in scary or gory, awful as in "dear god, did I pay money to watch this?" I remember watching this movie and seeing very low budget effects and makeup. I remember thinking it was utterly unconvincing. And then I was in it. The thing about unconvincing effects is that apparently the real thing is just as unconvincing.

Luckily, there were other people trapped in the movie with me and they had been there for some time. They rescued me from a horrific scene where something tried to make Richard Dean Anderson look younger by literally slicing pieces of his head off in an attempt to resculpt him.

My rescuers were older folks, all drove a volvo station wagon/estate car (there were six people and three cars, and they were all the same car. No, not three identical cars, the same car. Co-location? I have no idea myself) and claimed to be able to help me defend myself. They said they had guns.

Guns are what people never have in horror movies, but even so I was dubious as to their potential effectiveness. My rescuers seemed to be confident, so I was taken to their house to kit up. They had a Queen Anne style house - that would be Addams Family/Bates house style - with a really big garage and a lot of exposed interior walls. They showed me the guns: I was expecting revolvers or somesuch, and what I got was a transparent green plastic cylinder about 30cm long, with a darker green screw-cap at one end and a big metal spring at the other. There was a hole about half way along the cylinder. I was cheerfully informed that this was where the bullet exited, so I was to press the gun to the chest of the target and pull the trigger.

I pointed out that this was retarded. The sole advantage of a gun over, say, a machete, is that you can hurt people from a distance. Granted, the likes of Jason Voorhees are generally depicted as bullet proof, but my contention was that with a high enough rate of fire or a big enough round you could at least make the scary individual fall over andget time to run away.

I was told I was wrong. I then found that I couldn't load the gun; the big spring wouldn't coil, I couldn't put any pressure on it. Someone loaded the gun for me, but I could already see that the bullets were pointing to the screwcap instead of the hole; when the trigger was pulled, even with the exit hole pressed to the chest of the target, the gun would miss.

Now utterly baffled, I woke up very briefly and then went back to sleep and right back to the same dream, wherein I stayed.

When the alarm went off I stopped it and it took me 15 minutes to get out of bed. I couldn't find anything to shave with. It took me five minutes to find the shampoo that was on a shelf in front of me. It took me five minutes to find clean clothes, because I stood in the closet blinking stupidly at everything. All in all I was damned lucky to make it out of the flat.

I got to work, feeling that coffee would help; it hasn't. This is the only thing I have been able to concentrate on all morning, and I can only do this because the little blue pills have started wearing off, leaving me feeling very like a marionette with half his strings cut. As I type, I am making way moretypos than normal because my fingers are having problems registering that they have pressed the keys on the keyboard. My sense of space is off. And I am having real difficulty concentrating on repetative tasks.

It's almost as though a hemisphere of my brain has stopped working. I feel really creative, but can't pursue any mechanical task or exercise much in the way of logic. Like, i want to write but have no idea what to write or how to write it; the only reason that I can type this entry is because I am doing it in metapad and doing it in a stream of consciousness style. Occasionally with my eyes shut.

So it's all a bit mental.

Plus, the MP3 player has decided it can't sort itself out any more and has signalled to me that it needs my help. The oddness of the day means that what I really want to do right now is rush home and spend a couple of hours diagnosing and correcting the Firmware issue. I know I can (one of the reasons I love my MP3 player so much is that I feel very connected to it, having had to fix it myself on a number of occasions. I wouldn't part with it now, not after investing time and brainpower in nursing it through a couple of illnesses, and it has rewarded me by nursing me through my latest patch of oddness) so I will. The poor thing needs a firmware reinstall and a bit of a format; then I think I will reload the various audiobooks I was planning to listen to.

Why am I mentioning this? Because when it became clear that the MP3 player couldn't help itself I immediately wanted to go home, there and then, because I do not have (and cannot get) the tools to fix it at work. That's making me sadder than I ought to be.

See? Told you everything was a bit mental today.

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"No taxation without representation", they told their elected representatives...

Monday, April 20, 2009

It's been a week of "...wait...what?" for me.

American politics has possibly never been stranger than it is right now, and never more full of interesting jargon and spelling mistakes.

Over the last weeks, the Tea Party movement has been in full swing. Republicans and conservatives have been peacefully protesting against everything from the Obama tax plan to legal abortion and illegal immigration. They have done so to a slightly sinister backdrop too. Here's the fun stuff:

At the tail end of last week the Department of Homeland Security (who, you will remember, were created following 9/11 and given lots of happy powers by the Patriot Act) released an intelligence document to law enforcement groups around the country. There is nothing unusual in this. There are a couple of things to be aware of, though. Firstly, these days the DHS is run by Janet Napolitano, former Guv of Arizona. She's a Democrat. Second, the paper asked Law Enforcement to be aware that assorted factors (amongst them the election of the President) that might lead to a resurgence of activity by right-wing extremist groups. The document is here. Be warned, it's a PDF. And dull.

The paragraph that caused a problem reads thus:

Rightwing extremism in the United States can be broadly divided into those groups, movements, and adherents that are primarily hate-oriented (based on hatred of particular religious, racial or ethnic groups),
and those that are mainly antigovernment, rejecting federal authority in favor of state or local authority, or rejecting government authority entirely. It may include groups and individuals that are dedicated to a single issue, such as opposition to abortion or immigration.


At around this time, we have had the Governor of Texas blathering about total support for States Rights and secession from the Union; however, since the Tea Party folks were supposed to be protesting about unfair taxation, which would make them a single issue protest, talk radio, KFYI in the Phoenix Metro area specifically), and most notably Bruce Jacobs have been referring to tea-party attendees as "fellow extremists", commenting that attendees are now likely to be on the government's "list".

The protests went off without a hitch, or a black-bag operation, or any signs of rendition. They were peaceful.

However. It's worth noting that more than a couple of people I work with told me they were nervous about going; they didn't want to be on a government watch list. They didn't want to be taken from their homes in a dawn raid.

Bit extreme, I thought. But then KFYI has genuinely been creating a lot of concern that the current government is really socialist. And not socialist in the slightly affable Tony Benn way, but socialist in the Joseph Stalin manner. These are, in fact, more scare tactics. But more than that, it's interesting to do the background research. KFYI is an affiliate of the Fox network, and Fox is owned by The News Corporation. The News Corporation is owned by Rupert Murdoch. So, this apparently grass roots organisation is being supported and advertised by possibly the world's most successful capitalist and certainly the world's most successful owner of information. This has been enough to make a lot of left wing commentators in the USA call foul, claiming that the Tea Party movement isn't grass roots, but an Astroturf movement.

Assorted shenanigans aside, a couple of things have struck me.

One: the tea party people have started referring to themselves as Tea-Baggers and what they do as tea-bagging. Oh, dear lord, some people want to reach for their Urban Dictionary before they speak.

Two: As an immigrant, I'm the only person I know who has to pay tax but has absolutely no say in any political forum in this country. None. I'm not a citizen (not going to be one, now) and therefore I have no political representation other than whatever Civis Britannicus Sum gets me. Which ain't going to be much. So when a bunch of white Americans start on about not having any representation, I get a bad case of the "Wait...whut?"

It seems clear that the Right are attempting to make people forget that the elected representatives for a state or area or whatever are meant to represent every one in it. They don't, of course, because the minute they arrive in Washington they are immediately surrounded by Lobbyists who attach themselves to Congresscritters and Senators alike, in much the same manner that these tried to fasten themselves to Captain Kirk, resulting in mass insanity.

However, there are ways to motivate a congresscritter. It's a lot like motivating an MP. You can

- write letters;
- turn up in person for a meeting;
- send e-mails;
- threaten to report that their subsidised housing is being sublet to students/sex workers/asylum seekers;
- etc.

With a modicum of effort, it can be done. But what KFYI, and by extension the rest of the Right, would prefer, is to be back in power and to have conservatives believe that they simply can't be represented by anybody who isn't one of them.

They're trying the same schtick that got the Evangelical Fundies all crazy: a non-minority that insists it is being under-represented and repressed unless it's voice is the only one being heard.

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Just so you know...

I don't know what this bit is for. Perhaps I should give it a purpose?

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