: The SFWA presents: the longest death throes since Monty Python...
This is not the Starbuck's of wank.* It's a bitter re-heated brew, percolated with the stagnant grounds of yesteryear.
Andrew Burt is the VP of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writer's Association of America. ( Some pixel-stained technopeasant wretches are less than pleased by his leadership. )
Damage control was done. The e-piracy committee was disbanded. A committee was put together in order to figure out what to replace the old piracy committee with... And lo, the SFWA was graced with anew improved exactly the same damn thing.
There was much rejoicing, in the sense that "rejoicing" means "bitterness" and "more disillusionment".
How would Andy top that? Why, by entering the race for SFWA president.
Thus commences a largely one-sided dogpiling. Highlights include discussion of the Dunning-Kruger effect and a 300 macro.
[ETA via hopefulnebula] Campaign poster macros are great justice!
[Late ETAS for completion's sake on the off chance someone checks back again, which if nobody does is a pity because this stuff contains at least twice the funny.]
"Greetings, gentlebeings!"
Burty supporters defile Earth Logic.
George R.R. Martin weighs in.
Burt as Walter Mitty.
MST3King ahoy!
And now, the raisins d'être, what makes this stale wank fresh again, via the Whatever with a tip of the hat to our lovely nonnymice: The Flickr group.
But wait... The son of the bride of the ETA strikes again
Burt announces that television is a dangerous threat to writers everywhere, as it gives away content for free and often does not involve white scientists having vanilla 1950s-style sex with their 20-year-old coquettish assistants while infodumping about math. He subsequently declares war upon the Writers Guild of America.
* I'm weak. One can only wait so long for RDR updates...
& ETA 'coz I can't spell at 7 AM.
This is not the Starbuck's of wank.* It's a bitter re-heated brew, percolated with the stagnant grounds of yesteryear.
Andrew Burt is the VP of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writer's Association of America. ( Some pixel-stained technopeasant wretches are less than pleased by his leadership. )
Damage control was done. The e-piracy committee was disbanded. A committee was put together in order to figure out what to replace the old piracy committee with... And lo, the SFWA was graced with a
There was much rejoicing, in the sense that "rejoicing" means "bitterness" and "more disillusionment".
How would Andy top that? Why, by entering the race for SFWA president.
Thus commences a largely one-sided dogpiling. Highlights include discussion of the Dunning-Kruger effect and a 300 macro.
[ETA via hopefulnebula] Campaign poster macros are great justice!
[Late ETAS for completion's sake on the off chance someone checks back again, which if nobody does is a pity because this stuff contains at least twice the funny.]
"Greetings, gentlebeings!"
Burty supporters defile Earth Logic.
George R.R. Martin weighs in.
Burt as Walter Mitty.
MST3King ahoy!
And now, the raisins d'être, what makes this stale wank fresh again, via the Whatever with a tip of the hat to our lovely nonnymice: The Flickr group.
But wait... The son of the bride of the ETA strikes again
Burt announces that television is a dangerous threat to writers everywhere, as it gives away content for free and often does not involve white scientists having vanilla 1950s-style sex with their 20-year-old coquettish assistants while infodumping about math. He subsequently declares war upon the Writers Guild of America.
* I'm weak. One can only wait so long for RDR updates...
& ETA 'coz I can't spell at 7 AM.