Grrr. Arrrggh. This little essay by Ben Heller is... how to put this... a textbook-perfect example of late-period pop-culture post-feminist sexism. It's not deeply antifeminist, but it's pretty tooth-grinding anyway, and since I like to complain about that sort of thing, I will.

I saw a portion of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom on TV the other night and it was much, much worse than I remember.

I drew the storyboard of this cartoon in my sketchbook during the 2008 Rainforest Writers Village. Keffy, Sän, and I had spent much of the ride over there plotting Come As You Arggghhh, the zombie movie set in Aberdeen, and so I guess I had zombies on the brain. As I often do.

It is available as a mini book.

Speaking of zombies, I just finished reading World War Z. It is conceptually brilliant and contains many fine entertainments. I found it a bit of a slow read because of long battle-geek passages that go into great detail about exact techniques and strategies for fighting zombies. However, I think that people who like military SF more than I do will love, love, love it. Because it's military SF! With zombies!

Everything is better if you add zombies.