Welcome to the Playpen, our space for ferrety banter and whimsical snippets of things that aren't quite long enough for articles (although they might be) but that caught your eye anyway.
... So yeah, all-in-all, great movie.
My rule of thumb in such situations is to tell people that picking a costume they like and are enthusiastic about is more important than strict adherence to theme anyway. :D
Jules V.O.: This is the one that got me.
Yeah, that's good, too.
There's also this tribute from the other day: How to Tell You're in a Terry Pratchett novel. I particularly appreciate the Hogfather reference at the end - it's from the same snippet of the book that I used on my livejournal for my own tribute post.
In more Pratchett memorial news, my sister Noria shared this picture with me recently, which she described as "the saddest adorable thing ever." I think it's an accurate description.
This is the one that got me.
@Arthur: That's a beautiful sentiment, I hope you're right.
@Cheriola: That's sweet, thanks for sharing. And this part:
he must have been the most effective teacher of secular humanist ethics of our age
Totally agree. When I first went to undergrad and started studying philosophy (about seven years ago, now) my dad asked me at one point who my favorite philosopher was, and I can't remember which one of us said it anymore, but one put forward Terry Pratchett. I really do think he was a philosophical writer par excellence, even if I did find myself disagreeing with him on more and more points as time progressed. A couple years after that conversation with my dad, I was at a con panel on "The Philosophy of Discworld," where you had this guy talking about all this interesting philosophical ideas he found in the Discworld series, and I mostly remembering thinking just 'Yeah, that's about right.'
... And I also found his books immensely fun, which is hardly ever the case for me when it comes to Great Works of Literature.
Also interesting reading of "Bonnie & Clyde." I may have to check it out, for research on asexual characters if nothing else.
Interesting: I agree that Perceval is definitely asexual, but I read Rein as emphatically not interested in male-bodied people at all, to the point where she only had sex with the intersex character in spite of their male-bodied characteristics. It has been a couple of years since I read the book, though.
I don’t know if I should be glad that he passed peacefully and apparently before his condition got unbearable mentally, or be sad that he didn’t get to make his stand on the issue of assisted suicide as he had planned.
Unless we hear anything to the contrary I'm choosing to take that as a sign that, despite the struggles of his condition, it never quite hit the point where the "dignified exit" route outweighed what joys he still had in life.
Explanation, for the sake of not cluttering up the playpen even more, to be found here: http://notes.io/DHT
Though it wasn’t just the ethical education, or even the fact that listening to the audiobooks for the 5th time reliably helps me distract myself during phases of bad depression and anxiety, but also that he was so refreshingly uninterested in romance subplots. He may never have identified any of his characters as asexual / aromantic (or have any other non-hetero characters until rather recently), but there were quite a few major characters and protagonists who simply showed no interest, or were completely oblivious, or were just plain too busy for any kind of romance. And even the books with romance subplots kept that part to a minimum or snarked about it. In a world where all other authors apparently have to establish their male protagonists as NOT A VIRGIN and always ready to judge the attractiveness of any woman they meet, and books with female protagonists apparently can’t do without one or more love interests to swoon over, and where all the spares have to be paired up in the end, just breaking that mold on a regular basis is already worth a lot. I’m grateful that I had some 30-odd Discworld and other novels to go through as a teenager, long before I knew asexuality was a thing and that I wasn’t alone. His sheer productivity as an author managed to balance out everything else I read, and helped me feel… normal. (It’s not that I don’t enjoy a good romance subplot. I do. The problem of erasure comes in if there are never any teenage or adult characters who don’t fall in love or have a string of affairs.)
I don’t know if I should be glad that he passed peacefully and apparently before his condition got unbearable mentally, or be sad that he didn’t get to make his stand on the issue of assisted suicide as he had planned. (One of my grandmothers had Alzheimer’s – I don’t have any memories of her as anything but in a basically vegetative state. My mother has told me years ago that she’s planning on committing suicide if she ever gets diagnosed. That’s not legal in my country either, though.)
I’m mostly just sad that the world (and his family) was robbed of this brilliant human far too early.
“So much universe, and so little time,” indeed.
I haven't read any Pratchett for years, but what I realised this week was that I've still read more books by him than any other author,
This is true for me as well, although I admit I haven't read nearly as many of his books as Andy.
Truthfully, I think the only other author whose works affected me as deeply as Pratchett's was Gore Vidal. Despite not having kept up with the Discworld of late, I'm very, very sad to see him go.
I'll be posting a memorial piece on my livejournal later today, but I want to say here that I, for one, am still deeply immersed in my Pratchett phase more than a decade on, and most of my family are the same. I find his more recent works increasingly hit and miss, but that his hits were still top notch.
I don't have any "helped me through a dark place" stories relating to Pratchett, but I have a lot of fond memories reading him or listening to audiobooks together with family. And for myself - only a tiny handful of authors have managed to hook me into their stories to the same level as Pratchett, or even come close.
Many tears, and even more love.
Confession: It's been a long time since I've actually read any Pratchett. Was avidly, deeply into his work during my teenage years though and they helped me get through that with my sanity intact.
What I find impressive about his work in retrospect, though, is how everyone has their own cross-section of Pratchett: I have my own idea of when his work really starts to grip me, which my favourite of his books are, and when I found things starting to get over-worn and repetitive. So do most people who've read him.
At the same time, exactly where we put those markers varies immensely, and I'm sure there's readers out there who and there'll be people who think Pratchett only really started speaking to them in the last few years. The only conclusion is that it isn't a matter of Pratchett declining as an author so much as individuals getting what they needed from him as readers, and then growing apart, because neither author nor reader were standing still.
I don't have a single regret for my Pratchett phase - I don't even regret that it ended, because it was time. But I do envy those who are still going through theirs, and those who have yet to begin them.
RIP Terry, and sorry for bringing so many books to the signing.