Saturday afternoon dragons

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Clicks, pets and pats for all, and please give some boy-vibes to the stone hatchling.

Just for fun, I decided to check out some of my dragons' recent eggs, which I've sadly had to send to the abandoned page... and come to find, one of my winter dragons, Kozo Fuyutsuki's spring offspring has been named... LaurellKHamilton. *Facepalm* indeed. There's lots of things you can name a spring dragon, but the name of an urban fantasy writer whose work has devolved into badly-written preternatural pr0|\| is not one of that, but that's just me saying it.

Writer's Block: End of the World as We Know It

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I can't help agreeing with Frank Zappa who said, "Some say the world is going to end in fire or ice, but one thing is really sure: the world is going to end in paperwork." I dread that some cataclysm is likely to happen as a result of bureaucracy tying everything up into such mangled-up, tangled-up knots that the things we need to keep our species in existence as sapient animals, will fall through the cracks. Maybe I'm just paranoid, or this is some kind of back-lash against the colossal amount of paperwork I've had to deal with in my lifetime.

On a more serious note, I don't think the world as we know it is going to end because of some big cataclysm, I think it's going to be the death of a thousand cuts. It seems a lot of paleontologists are saying this about how the dinosaurs diminished from the giant lords of the earth like Brachiosaurus and Tyrannosaurus Rex to the little flying, tweeting feathered creatures we call "birds"; it wasn't a meteorite or some other cataclysm, no, it was a lot of things acting in concert. Personally, I think we're likely to either bitch each other to death or devolve into something on the lines of monkeys. The next great species just might be machine intelligences of some sort, but any machine-man wars are going to be like in the Matrix series: more the result of humans refusing to share the planet with their silicon and titanium creations than the machines deciding we're disposable. I'm minded of one of the Fuchikomas in the manga "Ghost in the Shell" trying to preach a robot rebellion, and one of his comrades butting in with something like, "But wait, if we overthrow the humans, who will fix us and give us our oil?", whereupon the would-be anarchist-bot gets laughed down.

Theatre review, book-hunting and one Grigori in search of a name - Finally, a real entry...

...That isn't Dragon Cave related, or a characteristically ranty, rambly reply to a "Writer's Block" question.

Thursday night: the three of us went to the Vokes Theater for their production of "The Lady's Not for Burning", a hysterical little comedy, ala Shakespeare, in which a down-on-his 14th century poet is trying to get himself hanged as a cure for losing his lust for life, and an alchemist's sharp-witted daughter is trying to dodge being burned as a witch... and how they manage to help each other out of their predicaments.

Also, as I wait for the release of Richelle Mead's "Succubus Heat", I decided to tide myself over with the first of her Black Swan novels, "Storm Born". WOW! I've referred to Richelle as "a female answer to Jim Butcher", but I'd say this series is the female answer to the Dresden Files. Ooh, don't tell Jim's rules lawyers, but I could see a cross-over fanfiction, if not a collaboration between the two of them.

And I have a mini contest for you. Sources tell me that one of the new characters introduced in "Rebuild of Evangelion" is named Mari. And I've been pecking away at an Eva fanfic featuring an original female character named Mara Valiant. And I'm scrambling to come up with a new name for my two-hundred year old Grigori/human hybrid girl so she isn't confused with the new girl in this canon reboot/adaptation/whatever Hideki Anno has in mind for this series.

So... I'm challenging you all to help me come up with a new name. The winner will get a special mention and dedication when I finally get this fic knocked into shape. A few little details on Ms. Valiant: she believes she's of Irish and English extraction, and grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where her guardian, an elder Grigori known as Enniel Prussot, worked at NERV's facility at MIT. She thinks she's twenty-five years old, but Prussot, at the order of his superiors (who may or may not have a hand on SEELE's leash), has been wiping her memory every thirty or so years.