Uncreated Conscience

I have decided I need to add Michael Emerson to my family of adopted people I may or may not adore in the way gay men adore Judy Garland. So, I have Magical Uncle Neil Gaiman, Fairy Grandfather Ian McKellan, Storytellin’ Gramps Philip Pullman, and…I may have to relegate the actor playing Benry as…That Creepy Dude Who Says He’s My Uncle But I’m Too Weirded Out To Gainsay Him Not To Mention I Kinda Have An Inappropriate Crush On Him.

TCDWSHMYUBITWOTGHNTMIKHAICOH is probably too long of an acronym.

Creepy Inappropriate Not-Uncle might have to suffice. CINU?

Anyway, today I discovered that CINU narrated a radio play and a novella of Magical Uncle’s, which sort of made my head explode with awesomeness.

1. As the unnamed narrator in the radio play adaptation of Murder Mysteries: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
2. Narrated the AMERICAN GODS novella “The Monarch of the Glen” (from FRAGILE THINGS) in volume III of an audio book series called “Legends II: New Short Novels by the Masters of Modern Fantasy” .

And because this bears repeating, Michael Emerson reading “Little Boy Blue” in the creepiest voice ever.

If there’s one good thing that ever came out of Lost, it’s that the show introduced me to this man. ♥ you, Benry!

My Magical Uncle rules: George R. R. Martin is not your bitch.

I have no idea where that expression came from. I’m not sure I want to know.

There was a flurry of excitement this morning as the announcement that my magical uncle won the Newberry for The Graveyard Book came through. Nope, the novelty of working here has not yet worn off.

This past weekend I managed to read The Queen of Attolia, The King of Attolia, and The Adoration of Jenna Fox, which I shall dutifully review once I get home. Right now it is too cold to type, let alone give a coherent opinion on anything.

Now, back to reading partials. I love what I do.

Home again to freezing cold New York, a beautiful grey-black cat named Durp, a lovely roommate and her boyfriend, and my beautiful bedroom that so very badly needs to be vacuumed and the laundry washed. Ah, home. Last night I flew into JFK around 8:00pm with 700 new articles of clothing (courtesy of my parents) and some sort of cold. Let this be an addendum to JJ’s Law: Thou shalt not spend five hours in a plane without catching some sort of virus.

The weather in Los Angeles and New York is similarly beautiful: dry, sunny, and clear, but with about a 40 degree difference in temperature. I love October on the East Coast and autumn has arrived early this year. This morning I succumbed to the chill and wore my heavy red coat with a scarf and Uggs to work. Back in California, Uggs seemed to be a joke, an unfortunate fashion statement to accompany miniskirts, but here they’re quite necessary. They are, after all, the only other comfortable pair of shoes I have to wear while walking to work aside from my flip-flops. My heels remain neatly arranged beneath my desk in a rainbow of colours and styles. Today I am wearing a new pair of black kitten-heeled Bandolinos.

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Sometimes I wish I were Maddy Gaiman.

Except not really. Because then I would have that icky crush-on-your-own-father thing and while I secretly indulge in Romantic-Gothic brother/sister incest, the Daddy/Little Girl dynamic really just belongs in the bedroom.

That aside, reasons to want to be Maddy Gaiman:

1. She has the coolest dad in the world. No seriously. He writes graphic novels and great fantasy.
2. Her dad is friends with Guillermo del Toro.
3. She is obviously really attractive because who wouldn’t be with genes like his?
4. She gets to travel to Europe with him to watch as Del Toro films Hellboy 2.
5. SHE GETS TO WEAR HIS LEATHER JACKET.

I am so unbelievably jealous. Sometimes I wish Bear were the leather jacket wearing sort (it always surprises me he doesn’t! He’s totally the type of person who’d wear one.) just so I could steal it and wear it. Often I am tempted to buy him a leather jacket for the sole purpose of filching it from his closet. I haven’t eaten poultry or meat for years and years now and as a matter of principle I don’t wear leather, but secretly, it is a small fetish of mine.

P.S. HELLBOY 2!!!!!! The first was vastly underrated; it was one of the better comic book movie adaptations and no one noticed. Also, you really can’t go wrong with a movie directed by the same man who did Pan’s Labyrinth.