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This is the Science Fiction Book Club's list of the fifty most significant science fiction/fantasy novels published between 1953 and 2002. Bold the ones you've read, strike-out the ones you hated, italicize those you started but never finished and put an asterisk beside the ones you loved.

* 1. The Lord of the ( Read more... )

Hello, all, from Pearson International Airport in not-so-lovely Toronto. I did not intend to be in Toronto, but my flight out of La Guardia to Ottawa was cancelled, and they sent me standby to Toronto, where I had to ask for standby to Calgary ( Read more... )

Hey, all. I'm in New York ( Read more... )

End of term, last couple of classes, exams looming, and the student stress level is high. Stress relief is in order; tomorrow is Bermuda Shorts Day, during which the booze will flow freely, whether or not students attend their last classes. Mine is at 8am, so I'm figuring I won't have any partiers ( Read more... )

Sadly, my suitcase is not. It decided to take a little trip all by itself, and should arrive later today. I hope the flight attendant is giving it cookies and a pair of wings ( Read more... )

So, I've been reading slash for quite a while now, and I figured I was getting pretty good at this subtext thing. But I was always missing some special defining 'slash goggles' moment, something that said 'hey, everyone knows they're doing it ( Read more... )

One of my big plans for Reading Break was to work on revisions to an article (I had many big plans, and I suppose a few more of them might actually be completed in the next 50 hours ( Read more... )

I really wasn't expecting the snow. We've had a very dry winter here thus far, and I figured we'd continue to have a very dry winter until, say, St. Patrick's Day, at which point the heavens would open up and we'd be buried under a few feet of snow. And since I'd be in Florida at that point, I wouldn't really care ( Read more... )

Waaaa! Another term begins tomorrow morning, and I am *so* not ready! All my good intentions, out the window. All of the work undone. . . still undone. Sigh. The Princess of Procrastination lives again ( Read more... )

Apparently some evil force has scooped out my brain and filled my skull with soggy wet cotton wool. This is the only explanation for 1. my inability to concentrate or focus or basically think at all and 2. the amount of fluid constantly draining through my nostrils at inconvenient and embarrassing moments. (In the middle of solemnly explaining to a ( Read more... )