Book eighteen of 2018: Cormorant Run, by Lilith Saintcrow. ⭐️⭐️

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Whatever I’m geeking out about at the time.
Book eighteen of 2018: Cormorant Run, by Lilith Saintcrow. ⭐️⭐️

“The Deep Note, the distinctive synthesized crescendo that is THX’s audio trademark, is one of the most iconic sounds in all of film. For the effects firm’s 35th anniversary, they’ve now shared the sheet music behind the sound.”
Solo was fun. My current high-water mark for “new actors inhabiting characters without just mimicking original actors” is the nuTrek films (esp. Urban as McCoy); while nuHan isn’t quite that good, he wasn’t bad. Lots of fun moments and nods to the rest of the series. ⭐️⭐️⭐️½
Here’s an interesting looking project on Kickstarter: Unlocking the Magic: A Fantasy Anthology. “Mental illness isn’t magical. Back these stories that take an honest look at mental illness and portray it compassionately in fantasy.”
I really wish it didn’t look like Twitter will be #breakingmytwitter. But I’d rather give up Twitter than be forced to use the their native iOS app or the website (since they don’t even have a native Mac app anymore. Third-party app ecosystem support is crucial.
Okay, this is a horrible clickbait-y headline, but: “Science news: Octopuses came to Earth from space as frozen eggs millions of years ago”. The journal article being sensationalized is here. I, for one, welcome our new alien cephalopod overlords!
Today’s stupid humor. Blame an overly tired brain in the middle of the night.

Book seventeen of 2018: Deadhouse Landing, by Ian C. Esslemont. ⭐️⭐️

Not my preferred genre, but this is neat: How romance novels are getting a makeover in the Trump era. “MacLean said she realized the book she was writing ‘had 275 pages of a character who probably would have voted for Donald Trump,’ so she deleted the entire manuscript.”
This Twitter juxtaposition made me laugh this morning.
