Gimlé

Shelley has made it easy for me to make a fool of myself. Or, rather, she’s made it easy for other people to find my foolish comments on her weblog. Unlike some other people I’ve got no problem with having my idiocy preserved and made accessible. We wouldn’t want anybody to think I’m smart, would we?

Peter muses on literary genres and there relationship with authorship and software. The image of genres and genre-traditions as constraints has always perplexed me. For the most part a genre is simply a very well documented and accepted way of increasing your literary focus and defining the scope, and context of your narrative play. Which is useful, if you’re into that.

Life should hopefully be back to normal now. Possibly the most painful transfer of a website between hosts I’ve experienced. Read reprints of the original Howard the Duck run. Soothed the pain but revived the older horror of a certain ghastly, ghastly movie. Howard the Duck by Steve Gerber, though, is too funny, too observant, too good to be permanently knocked down by the putrid crimes of George Lucas.