If you know, you know.

- Sid

P.S. Actually, if you don't know:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfLtAdSgWPQ

"Think of me now and then."

WARNING: THIS POSTING CONTAINS MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE JOY TO THE WORLD DOCTOR WHO CHRISTMAS EPISODE.

Anita: I like them.

The Doctor:  They like you too.  I can tell.

Joy to the World, Doctor Who

Dear Steven Moffat:

Oh, Mr. Moffat, you audacious, clever man. Congratulations for pulling off such a spectacular bait and switch, and in such a high profile setting!

We all watched the trailer for the 2024 Christmas episode, and we saw all the bits you wanted us to see to pique our interest: Nicola Coughlin as a much-heralded guest star; a glimpse of Joel Fry; a Silurian; something called the Time Hotel; a dinosaur; and the Doctor yelling at himself. 

When the time came, you started the episode with everything that we would expect. After a solitary Doctor in search of milk forgetfully pops out of the TARDIS with two mugs rather than just one, we (and the Doctor) very quickly discover a mysterious suitcase, the MacGuffin that drives the action.  The Doctor has chosen to have his morning cup of tea at the Time Hotel, which has portals that lead to other eras in lieu of accommodations. 

The suitcase, which casually kills its previous mind-controlled carriers as it moves to more advantageous hosts, is revealed to contain a starseed - part of a plan by the Villengard Arms Corporation to create a limitless source of energy in the form of a star, with the destruction of Earth as an acceptable price in the process.  (Come to think of it, we were first introduced to Villengard in Boom,  an episode that you also wrote.) The carrier must transport the starseed through an appropriate time portal into the past so as to allow the star to gestate over thousands of years, creating an apparently instantaneous result. 

The case ends up manacled to the arm of Joy, a melancholy young woman who is spending her 2024 Christmas alone in a rental room that has a portal to the Time Hotel.  It's the Doctor's task to save Joy from the suitcase without killing her, and to save Earth from the birth of the starseed.

And then, in the middle of it all, you boldly drop everything and have the Doctor work in Joy's hotel for a year with Anita, the concierge.

I actually timed it, Steven.  Surprisingly, it's only eight minutes and fifteen seconds from the moment he books a room in the Sandringham Hotel to wait out a time loop, to the NEW YORK CHRISTMAS EVE 2025 slate.  It feels more like it's half the episode, there's so much crammed into that eight minutes.  It's a sweet, sad, wonderful interlude, all the more wistful because we know it has to end. 

It’s the Doctor's life in miniature, a reverse twist where he stays in one place for a year with a companion, a beloved friend that he finally has to abandon to return to his mission and save Earth. Ncuti Gatwa and Steph De Whalley, who plays Anita, have incredible chemistry, to the point where I felt a bit sorry for Coughlin - in less than ten minutes, that segment steals the entire show, as two lonely people develop a deep and loving relationship.  

The special itself?  Not to worry, the rest of the program is a perfectly acceptable Christmas episode, well performed if a bit dodgy in plot. There's a poignant backstory for Nicola Coughlin's Joy, good foreshadowing of the various time portal destinations that fuel the climax of the show, and a brief but welcome cameo by Ruby Sunday.  I won't lie, I saw the Bethlehem thing coming, but I've got an awful lot of science fiction to draw upon for clues in these situations.

My only complaint is that you attempt to give Anita a happy ending by having the Time Hotel recruit her, and that’s the only place where this episode slips.  I realize that she's not going to be the new companion for the upcoming season of the show, but honestly, Steven, if there was ever a character who deserved to be visited by a blue police box at the end, it's Anita.

- Sid

To everyone on Spaceship Earth.

As per Explore Mars, The Infinite Revolution would like to wish a happy holiday season to all of its crew mates on Spaceship Earth.  Let's hope that no one rocks the boat in 2025.

- Sid

...and nice.

"Stick around a long time, you get a sense of what people want."

Santa Claus, Silent Knight Returns

Having done naughty, let's take a look at nice. For readers looking for a more positive (if still somewhat strange) comic book for the holiday season, we offer this year's Silent Night Returns, by writer Jeff Parker and artists Lukas Ketner and Michele Bandini.

 

The Silent Knight of the title is a corrupted Arthurian knight, who has returned from the dead to harvest the life force of humanity so that his master the Hollow Castle can claim sovereignty over the world.

Aided by Santa, his warrior wife Ulah of the Huldulfólk*, and a few other guest stars such as Etrigan the Demon, Mary Marvel, and Robotman, the Justice League defeats the Silent Knight and restores life to all the afflicted, just in time for Christmas.  The story ends with Superman and Batman presenting Klaus with a Justice League membership card.

To be honest, the story doesn't really come together, and the axe-wielding superhero version of Klaus is a bit unexpected. I can't think of any version of the myth in which Kris Kringle is a warrior king, and as such, his brief stint filling in for Batman in Gotham felt a bit out of place.** (Not to mention his wife Ulah, who is a LONG way from the Mrs. Claus that we're all familiar with.) Regardless, I acknowledge that if you're writing a comic book, you want to have heroes, and Klaus does manage to balance out combat with compassion, and a happy ending to a Christmas story is all you really need.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

- Sid

* The internet suggests that this should be Huldufólk rather than Huldulfólk.

** Although, full points for the classic Frank Miller Batman-and-Robin homage.

Naughty...

For readers on the Naughty list, we recommend a re-read of the 1992 Lobo Paramilitary Christmas Special from DC, featuring intergalactic bounty hunter Lobo - the last Czarnian. (Unlike Superman and Krypton, Lobo was the last of his species because he killed all of his fellow Czarnians when he was 17*.)  

For readers with the good fortune of being unfamiliar with Lobo, he first appeared in Issue 3 of Omega Men as a villain in 1983, but was retconned into a very different character in the early 1990s.  The brutal, violent, crass, over-the-top version of Lobo was originally intended as a parody of anti-hero characters like Wolverine, but as is sometimes the case, the parody became its own new normal, and Lobo ended up as one of DC's most popular characters during the 1990s. 

The Paramilitary Christmas Special, written by Keith Giffen and Alan Grant and illustrated by Simon Bisley, stands as a representative Lobo adventure.  Hired by the Easter Bunny to kill Santa Claus, Lobo carves a bloody path through St. Nick's army of elves, after which he duels an equally brutal Santa with knifes, eventually cutting off his head.  

Now in control of the North Pole, its factories, and its comprehensive Naughty and Nice lists, Lobo converts the toy factories to bomb production, and circles the world dropping explosives rather than presents.

And a merry fraggin' Christmas to all.

- Sid 

* Well, strictly speaking, he killed half of them when he was 16 and the other half after he turned 17.

"Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea..."

I just overheard one of my workplace managers explaining that the recent rash of mystery drone sightings in New Jersey are government aircraft that have been dispatched to conceal and obfuscate the appearance of plasma orbs which have been sent into the skies by aliens who have been living in the oceans for thousands of years. 

Recommended reading would be The Kraken Wakes, John Wyndham's 1953 novel of enigmatic aquatic alien invaders.  Hopefully that's not what's happening right now, because it doesn't end well.*

- Sid

* Well, it sort of ends well, in that after everything falls apart, the military industrial complex finally manages to find a way to successfully fight back, but it's a bit late in terms of the global collapse of civilization.

UPDATE: Casual readers may not be aware that I work in training for cargo terminal workers on the West Coast of Canada.  That being established, the Vice President in charge of our department has reassured me that, should aliens start sinking container cargo ships, we would remain open as long as possible.

FREE SCIENCE FICTION AND FANTASY!! (Now that I have your attention...)

Short fiction has always been the backbone of science fiction and fantasy, providing both an ongoing entry point for new authors and a sandbox for established writers to play in - not to mention writers such as Harlan Ellison whose careers were almost entirely based around their short story output.* 

As such, I have found that one of my favourite parts of the monthly Reactor newsletter has been their short story offerings, which have been consistently readable and have introduced me to some new authors, such as Lavie Tidhar and A. T. Greenblatt.

As the year comes to an end, Reactor has released an eBook edition of their best stories from 2024:

https://reactormag.com/download-some-of-the-best-from-reactor-2024-edition/ 

You can also download bundles of their fiction by months, or read any of the stories individually online:

https://reactormag.com/all-of-reactors-short-fiction-in-2024/

And it's all free, very hard to beat free.

Enjoy!

- Sid

* Science fiction and fantasy writers tend to be tagged by their best known novel, regardless of their other output - you know, that part in the review where it says, "Arthur C. Clarke, author of 2001..."  For Ellison, although he did produce some long form work, his signature piece is probably his 1967 short story I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, or possibly A Boy and His Dog. (Maybe The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World?)

Deadpool receives Order of Canada?

Of course it's Ryan Reynolds, who is certainly a well-deserving recipient, but look at how the CBC - the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, the national voice of our country - decided to report it!  

The strangeness of that aside, it would actually be a fun tie-in for Marvel Comics to have Deadpool receive the Order himself, after all, he IS Canadian...

- Sid

Ho ho, ha ha: Geekmas 2024

It's been a couple of years since I've done a Geekmas posting, due to the temporary blog hiatus, but I've received some subtle (and not-so-subtle) suggestions that a little help in the area of holiday seasonal shopping would be in order, now that we're back in production - so here are some hopefully helpful options for Christmas gifts.

Gaming

A Steam™ gift card of whatever denomination seems appropriate would certainly be appreciated - as far as I know, they're now available on those gift card mega-displays that you can find at London Drugs or Best Buy.*  It's certainly something I would use, a reluctance to pay full price is the only thing that's kept me from buying Starfield from Bethesda, or Space Marine II, the popular sequel to Relic Entertainment's Warhammer 40K third-person shooter Space Marine from 2011.

 

Books

 

Initially, I wasn't sure what to suggest for books, but once I started looking, I was surprised how easily I found six options. Sadly, it's all hardcovers or trade paperbacks, both of which seem a bit spendy, but that's the way the market has gone, mass market paperbacks are getting harder to find. (At least on the science fiction and fantasy shelves, I can't speak for the mystery or romance marketplaces). That being said, at the moment they're all under $25 on Amazon.ca, which is fairly standard pricing these days.

The first two options are both posthumous offerings from Terry Pratchett:  A Stroke of the Pen is a collection of short fiction by Pratchett written for newspapers in the 1970s and 80s, and A Slip of the Keyboard is a collection of his non-fiction.  I'm pleased to have the opportunity to read some more of Pratchetts's writing, but it does feel a bit like a record label releasing long-buried demo tapes, it's never too late to make a buck off an artist.** 

Sharps and the first volume of The Two of Swords come to us from the prolific pen of K. J. Parker, aka Tom Holt.  Parker's fantasy never fails to entertain, and either of these two books would be a welcome addition to my little library.  (Although, if I receive the first volume of The Two of Swords and it's enjoyable, that does open the door for two easy additions to next year's list...)

Finally, Arkady Martine's epic Teixcalaan space opera series: A Memory Called Empire, which won the Hugo Award for Best Novel in 2020, and its sequel, A Desolation Called Peace,which took the Best Novel Hugo in 2022.  Oddly enough, in a genre overwhelmed by trilogies, Martine explicitly stated in a 2021 Reddit AMA that there will not be a third book in the series, the two books stand alone as a duology.  (Although she also suggested that she has plans for more books set in the Teixcalaan universe, which may well feature some of the same characters, she is adamant that the story told in the two books ends there.)

I have to confess that I've already read both of these books as bootleg digital downloads, and they're brilliant:  creative, astonishingly original and beautifully well-written.  As such, I feel that Martine deserves the support of actually buying the paper editions of the texts - I feel that anyone who exhibits so much originality in a sometimes repetitive genre should get paid for it.

Although I've linked these books to Amazon Canada™, they may very well be available at your local bookstore should you prefer to do a little browsing, something which I can never manage comfortably on the Amazon web site.

 

T-shirts

And to wrap things up, two t-shirts options:  one for Star Wars, one for Star Trek.

I've mentioned the Millennium Falcon t-shirt in a previous Geekmas posting, but it's still in play: conveniently available on Amazon, dark grey and XL, please.

The options for licensed Star Trek merchandise is a little bit less to my taste, they have a tendency to make jokes rather than just represent.  Nonetheless, I was able to find a simple t-shirt for First Contact on Startrekshop.ca - shame that they don't have something similar for Generations.  Again, XL for sizing, for anyone who skipped over the previous suggestion.

If anyone decides to go rogue on the t-shirt front, please PLEASE use the above as guidelines for style.  There are a million science fiction and fantasy t-shirts for sale on the internet - I've got a pretty good collection, but they're all distinguished by being licensed products. I don't want to appear ungrateful, but if you buy me a t-shirt featuring, say, a kawaii interpretation of the crew of Serenity***, I will certainly thank you for your generosity, but sadly, I will be unlikely to wear it unless I'm painting the living room.

And, if this all seems just like too much work, plain old Amazon™ gift cards are the gift that keeps on giving. 

- Sid

Update

We happened to be in the local Indigo on Friday, and I took a quick look in the SF-Fantasy section to see if any of my book suggestions were in fact available.  The bad news is that only two of the books were on the shelves: A Memory Called Empire and A Desolation Called Peace, although it's possible that the Pratchett books could have been elsewhere.

The good news is that I added a couple of things to my shopping list.  Anything from Hugh Howey's Silo series would be a good option - I don't have any of them in my collection, so let's start with Wool (I assume that anyone who is actually buying me a Christmas gift can coordinate with the rest of the group to avoid duplication.)  I'm also long overdue to read Tamysn Muir's critically acclaimed Gideon the Ninth, which, coincidentally, lost out to A Memory Called Empire in the 2020 Hugo Best Novel vote.

- Sid

* Question: does one company handle all the gift card creation and sales, or did someone see a gap in the marketplace and put together a gift card rack that they sold to LD et al? 

** It's fortunate that Pratchett's daughter Rhianna is in charge of her father's intellectual properties, and has no intention of licensing any of his material to other writers, as with And Another Thing..., Eoin Colfer's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy novel, or the endless imitations of Robert E. Howard's Conan.  

*** Not a suggestion - or a challenge - but, as per my nephew Chris, you can find anything on the internet, it's like New York only bigger.

Iron Heart*.

Obadiah Stane: Tony Stark was able to build this in a cave! With a box of scraps!

William Ginter Riva: Well, I'm sorry. I'm not Tony Stark.

Iron Man

During a recent workplace visit to our IT manager's office, I finally broke under the pressure after several surreptitious glances and said, "I'm sorry, but how is it that you have Tony Stark's original heart on your desk?"

After glancing over at the glowing arc reactor sitting peacefully on his desk extension, he gruffly replied, "Heavy late night drinking and easily accessible internet shopping."  Obviously a dangerous combination, but at least that explains why he also has not one but two Infinity Gauntlets on his credenza. 

- Sid

* Not to be confused with the Riri Williams character.

Reading Week 2024: Warning! Warning!

My wife's family has been vacationing in Palm Springs for basically her entire life, and it's always been an opportunity for them to take life easy: lie by the pool, drink margaritas, and go shopping.  I'm not a pool person, and tequila does not speak to me, but I'm at least able to tag along when my wife wants to tour the various retail opportunities in the Coachella Valley, and even buy something now and then.

One of the standard shopping destinations is the weekend Street Fair at the College of the Desert, a market which features a wide range of shopping options: clothing, fashion, hats, tech, art, food, groceries,  sunglasses and so on. Generally we just wander around and browse, but every now and then we do buy something, and yesterday, the purchase of the moment was socks - Lost In Space socks.

These are a surprisingly retro item, when you think about it. The original Lost In Space series that these socks are referencing ran from 1965 to 1968 - I can't speak to their history in syndication, but regardless, the audience from that era is getting smaller and smaller.  Admittedly, the series has been rebooted twice, one in the 1998 film version, and then as a television series again in 2018 (also for three seasons), but these socks are definitely an homage to the 1965 show: it's the original Robot and his patented catchphrases.

However, let's not forget that we're in Palm Springs, the place where kitsch comes to die - or at least, to retire and play golf.  I may be overthinking the whole thing: maybe I just need to wear them ironically, if that's a thing you can do with socks.

- Sid

November 6th, 2024.

- Sid

 

The Lonesome October.

To—
Mary Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, Bram Stoker,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H. P. Lovecraft, Ray Bradbury,
Robert Bloch, Albert Payson Terhune,
and the makers of a lot of old movies—
Thanks.

 Roger Zelazny, Dedication, A Night in the Lonesome October 

Perhaps it were best to take it day by day.

Snuff the Dog

I spent the month of October reading one book.

Well, I actually finished off four or five books, but I specifically set some time aside to read A Night In the Lonesome October, by science fiction and fantasy author Roger Zelazny. This was Zelazny's last book before his death in 1995, and apparently one of his top five favourite novels from his prolific writing career.

The book's chapters are simply the dates of the days of the month of October (along with an introduction), and as such, fans of the book have adopted the practice of reading the appropriate chapter on each day of the month.

The plot is simple: whenever the full moon falls upon October 31st, the wall between worlds grows thin, and:

 "...a number of the proper people are attracted to the proper place in the proper year on a night in the lonesome October when the moon shines full on Halloween and the way may be opened for the return of the Elder Gods to Earth, and of how some of these people would assist in the opening of the way for them while others would strive to keep the way closed."

The cast of characters (not all of whom are the proper people) is drawn from the standard genre dramatis personae, to the point where some of them go without names: the Count; the Good Doctor and his Experiment Man; the Great Detective, who spends a surprising amount of time in drag; Morris and MacCab (standing in for Burke and Hare); a druid: a vicar who is very much not Anglican; a mad Russian; Lawrence Talbot, who knows a thing or two about the full moon; and Jack, who apparently has quite a sharp knife and no longer lives in London.  Some of these characters would seek to open the way for the Elder Gods, and some to close it, and so the plot proceeds, day by day.

The story is narrated by Jack's watchdog Snuff - or at least Snuff is a dog at the time of the story, there's a brief comment that Snuff prefers beings a dog to "what I was before he summoned me and gave me this job." Snuff enjoys an unlikely friendship with Graymalk the cat, companion and familiar to Crazy Jill the Witch.

 It's a pleasantly light read, full of little jokes and little references to the history of the genre of horror in text and film, all delivered with Zelazny's usual poetic style and effortless skill - honestly, I can't help but think that it must have been a lot of fun to write, no wonder it was a favourite of Zelazny's.  Suitable illustration is provided by Gahan Wilson, one of the premier weird artists of the 20th century.

And, as you'd expect, at the end of the story, which comes with a cleverly unexpected twist, Jack and Jill run down a hill - and Snuff comes tumbling after.

- Sid

Worldcon: "CONFIRM HUMANITY"

I was a bit surprised to see that the World Science Fiction Society Seattle Worldcon newsletter mailing list demands proof that the subscriber is human - or at least, not a robot.  Personally, I would be delighted to discover that some of my fellow attendees were either robots or aliens.

- Sid

*Come to think of it, I've actually failed this test at least once...

Hugo.

I'm going to the Hugos!

Well, technically speaking I'm attending Worldcon, the annual World Science Fiction Convention, which is taking place in Seattle from August 13th to 17th of 2025 - but in my mind, I'm going to the Hugo Awards.  

In the process of researching a previous posting on the trials and tribulations being suffered by the Hugo Awards, I happened to notice that the 2025 Worldcon host city was Seattle, which is just a hop, step and a jump away from Vancouver.  As such, I decided to do a bit of a feasibility study on attending - given that plane tickets wouldn't be a factor in expenses.  

As it turned out, there's a reduced membership price for new attendees, which brought the price down to something somewhat reasonable, and I decided to go for it.  In addition, Seattle last hosted Worldcon in 1961, the year I was born, so there's a certain symmetry in attending its return to the Emerald City. 

I'm actually a bit giddy about it - it's like being a lifelong fan of the cinema who is not only going to the Oscars, but gets to vote on the winners as well. 

I've talked about the Hugo Awards - and the eponymous Hugo himself, Hugo Gernsback - in previous postings, but I haven't gone into a lot of detail about the process.

Worldcon is the original science fiction convention - the mother of all conventions, if you will.*  The first Worldcon took place in July of 1939, but the Hugos weren't part of the event until 1953, becoming an annual awards event in 1955.  I was surprised to learn that the official title of the awards is the Science Fiction Achievement Awards, I never knew them as anything other than the Hugos** - presumably I wasn't alone in this, as the awards were officially renamed as the Hugos in 1993. 

The Hugo voting process is a little odd. In order to vote, you need to be a member of the World Science Fiction Society (WSFS). But the WSFS doesn't really exist, it's just a mechanism for hosting Worldcons, and you become a member of the WSFS by buying a ticket to a Worldcon.

However, you don't have to attend to vote, and you can buy a cheaper non-attending membership which just lets you vote for the Hugo winners and choice of the hosting city two years hence. There's also a reduced price attending membership for new attendees, staff, and "individuals who would otherwise feel cost-constrained to attend the convention." In addition, if you buy your membership before January 31st, you also have the ability to make nominations for the awards. For anyone desiring to see a detailed breakdown of the process, I direct you to the Seattle Worldcon membership page for more information.

Suffice it to say that as a first time attendee who is very aware of the current exchange rate between USD and CAD, I opted for the reduced rate adult membership, which didn't seem to raise any red flags.

As a sign that the gods were smiling upon my trip, I also managed to find a downtown Seattle rental on VRBO that came in under a thousand dollars CAD for my six night stay - provided it's not a scam (it has ZERO reviews, never a good sign, but it's also a new listing) it's a great deal, not right in the back yard of the Seattle Convention Center but close enough to the Space Needle (and monorail) to make for a reasonable commute.

Note to self - pencil in a visit to the Infinite Worlds of Science Fiction at the MOPOP!

But wait - how does the Hugo awards ceremony work?  Is there a dinner?  If so, is it extra?  Do I need to wear a tux? Make a reservation?  Is it a cash bar? Fingers crossed for a robust FAQ...

But, for now, none of that matters - I'm going to the Hugos!

- Sid

* At this point, the shade of Sir Arthur C. Clarke appears to defend the first UK fan meeting, held in Leeds in 1937, in response to which American fans point to the 1936 Philadelphia fan meet-up with members of a New York group.  Regardless, Worldcon undeniably has the title of longest ongoing event, although there was a hiatus during World War II.  (And the 2020 event was done solely online due to COVID.)

**  Hey, trivia fans - apparently a fan named Bob Madle was the genius who suggested calling the new awards the Hugos.  Madle was also a founding member of the Philadelphia Science Fiction Society, which hosted the 1939 Worldcon after the dissolution of the International Scientific Association by Donald A. Wollheim in 1937 following the collapse of the Science Fiction League, Hugo Gernsback's Wonder Stories-based group.  (When you start digging around on the Internet, you can end up doing some very deep dives...)

Flashback Friday.

It's been 15 years since I posted about the Voyage In Time website, which offered subscribers the opportunity to travel in time for a mere $18 investment (which, over time, would presumably grow to incalculable value and pay for the trip in a time machine).  

I happened to randomly revisit that posting today (mostly because I was looking for the Robert E. Howard post that came after it, and I wondered why I was asking people to pull on my leg in the preceding post) and I'm sorry to say that the Voyage In Time website is no longer active, and I was not able to find anything that seemed to be related after a search in Google™.

However, let's hope for the best.  I see by the screen grab that I did at the time that one Eugen Weingarten had purchased 10 time travel certificates 18 days earlier, suggesting someone who was willing to share his time travel experience with a reasonably wide circle of friends, relatives or both.  Eugen, if you somehow find this posting, please, PLEASE let us know if the site closed down after the successful development of time travel and a trip to the birth of the universe with you and nine other people!

We eagerly await your reply.

- Sid