Posts tagged with "wooster" - Faerye Net 2010-01-16T14:49:05+00:00 Felicity Shoulders Awards Eligibility 2009 2010-01-16T14:49:05+00:00 2010-01-16T14:49:19+00:00 <p>Apparently it&#8217;s an accepted practice to post lists of your Nebula- and Hugo- eligible pieces for the delectation of passing voters, but it&#8217;s a dashed awkward sort of thing to do, especially when you have no pieces to list. I didn&#8217;t publish any spec-fic during 2009.</p> <p>However, this is my second (therefore, last) <a href="" target="links">year of eligibility</a> for the <a href="" target="links">John W. Campbell Best New Writer Award</a>. If you register for an attending or supporting membership at <a href="" target="links">AussieCon</a> before January 31, or if you attended/supported last year&#8217;s Worldcon, you could <a href="" target="links">nominate me here.</a></p> <p>Well, that wasn&#8217;t so bad. I managed to get through it all without hopping from foot to foot and babbling in manner of Bertie Wooster. Maybe by next year it won&#8217;t feel so very uncomfortable. Toodle-pip!</p> One of my favorite quotes 2007-09-12T19:39:09+00:00 2010-08-18T23:05:41+00:00 <p>If there is one quote on this Earth that I constantly think of (and all too rarely say out loud) it is this one, from the inimitable Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, <span class="caps">KBE</span>:<br /> <br /> <b>&#8220;You always were a fatheaded worm without any soul, weren&#8217;t you?&#8221;</b></p> <p>It&#8217;s so universally applicable, you see. Whenever anyone disagrees with me on any really pressing matter of taste, it is likely to float through my brain. However, I do realize it might not go over well, so tact refrains. In context, you may see why the quote&#8217;s charms are so multifaceted:</p> <blockquote><p>&#8220;I say, Bertie,&#8221; he said, after a pause of about an hour and a quarter.<br /> <br /> &#8220;Hallo!&#8221;<br /> <br /> &#8220;Do you like the name Mabel?&#8221;<br /> <br /> &#8220;No.&#8221;<br /> <br /> &#8220;No?&#8221;<br /> <br /> &#8220;No.&#8221;<br /> <br /> &#8220;You don&#8217;t think there&#8217;s a kind of music in the word, like the wind rustling gently through the tree-tops?&#8221;<br /> <br /> &#8220;No.&#8221;<br /> <br /> He seemed disappointed for a moment; then cheered up.<br /> <br /> &#8220;Of course, you wouldn&#8217;t. You always were a fatheaded worm without any soul, weren&#8217;t you?&#8221;</p></blockquote> <p>Somehow, it both admonishes me in a comforting and amusing manner that my opinion is daft, subjective and irrelevant, (much like the speaker, Bingo Little) but allows me at the same time to dispense with the daft, subjective and irrelevant opinions of others quite breezily. In addition, it summons some of the world&#8217;s most pleasant literary companions to mind, which can&#8217;t fail to buck one up when one has been told that Mozart was a hack or sci-fi can&#8217;t be literature.</P> <p><font size="1"><em>Quotes from &#8220;Jeeves in the Springtime&#8221;.</em></font></p>