Tom Galloway notes that Peter has gotten invited back to Harvard this weekend– specifically, Vericon.
His schedule for Saturday the 31st:
1:30-2:30 Comedy in Genre Writing panel with Mike Carey and Brian Clevinger
3:00-4:00 Signing
4:30-6:00 Whatever he wants to talk about (i.e. it’s Peter and an audience)
Come one, come all, come early, come often. Or does that belong in the previous thread?
The following news item screams for a lousy pun:
TAIPEI (Jan 29) – The decomposing remains of a 66-ton sperm whale exploded on a busy Taiwan street, showering nearby cars and shops with blood and organs and stopping traffic for hours, local newspapers said. The 56-foot dead whale had been on a truck headed for an autopsy at a university earlier this week, when gases from internal decay caused its entrails to explode in the southern city of Tainan. The whale had died after it was beached on the southwestern coast of the island.
This is not a contest because there’s no prize except the universal contempt of your peers. And let’s head off the likely first forty respondents by saying, “Wow, talk about your huge sperm donors” and “Everyone stood around blubbering” just to get those out of the way.
Go.
PAD
All this time and I haven’t given a free plug to Nat Gertler’s Panel Two: More Comic Book Scripts by Top Writers, featuring Peter’s full script for a SpyBoy one-shot with commentary by artist Pop Mahn.
Where do you buy it? Why, here’s a convenient link.
For anyone interest and living in the area of Long Beach/Oceanside, I’ll be doing a talk tomorrow at the Oceanside Library from 7:30 until whenever. I’ll be doing readings of various stories of mine, answer questions (such as, I’m sure, the ever popular “Who are you again?”) and give out free comic books.
With Long Island a frozen block of ice for the past two weeks, I will frankly be astounded if people turn out.
PAD
I figure I might as well ask here, as good a place as any. Forgive the technical neepery:
I’m looking for a way to create a whole lot of blog entries– about 500 at a shot– and then have them upload to Greymatter, one a day, like clockwork, until they all run out or I stop the script. Stuff would go in Subject, Main Entry, and Extended Entry.
Anybody know of an easy way to do it? (And yes, this is to start getting the rest of the But I Digress… columns online.)
Main things I’m happy about: LOTR is up for best picture and Johnny Depp was recognized for his fantastic work in “Pirates.”
Main things I’m unhappy about: That once again the LOTR actors have been given short shrift, from Elijah Wood to Andy Serkis to–in the most frustrating omission this time–Sean Astin’s gut-wrenching, tear-envoking performance as Samwise. “I may not be able to carry the ring…but I can carry you!” Has there ever been a more clear definition of “Supporting Actor” than that? Also, the title song from “School of Rock” should have been nominated, if for no other reason than the notion of Jack Black blowing the place wide open with his performance of it.
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Ariel has begun to express an interest in Shakespeare, and Kathleen and I decided to fan the flame of interest before the public school teaching methods of the Bard extinguish it instead. Don’t get me wrong; I’m positive there are teachers out there who are capable of making Shakespeare attractive to young minds. It’s just that I personally never encountered any growing up. All too often, teaching Shakespeare consisted of hearing students essaying the text aloud with often painful consequences, followed by extensive vocabularly quizzes. The result is that the story itself would be utterly lost, except the story was kind of the whole point of the play in the first place.
So last evening we began a three-way reading of “The Tempest.” We divided up the parts, and to make life simple, Ariel is reading every part beginning with the letter “A”…including, naturally, “Ariel.” The hysterical thing is that she made the acting choice of reading “Ariel”–not as a sprite in servitude–but as an annoyed teenager who’s been grounded and is being constantly lectured. When Prospero says, “Dost thou forget from what a torment I did free thee?” Ariel rolled her eyes and groaned in an annoyed here-we-go-again tone, “Noooooo.”
Also of interest is a section of the introduction (unsigned, but presumably written by Penguin edition editor Peter Holland) that, in two paragraphs, puts forward a sweeping argument in the face of all those who claim that Shakespeare didn’t write the plays. Since it’s only a small portion of a much larger essay, I think reproducing it here falls under fair use. But I’m putting it in the extended section so as not to unnecessarily lengthen the blog entry.
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