So....let's see...

I've written the first 1K of a new short story, called "Contains Multitudes."

(It's from the Walt Whitman quote--"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes."--but don't worry, no paraconsistent logic in the story.)

I have, on the subject of paraconsistent logic, been trying manfully to make it through the reading list for my qualifying exams, but I haven't actually gotten much reading yet. I am hoping that if I fall asleep reading about Cantorian set theory enough nights in a row, I'll start to dream about it.

Despite my failures on that score, I did manage to read "Red Son" by Mark Millar within a day of getting it. For those who, like me, having been living in caves and didn't read it (as my housemate apparently did) when it first came out, it's a graphic novel about an alternate-history within the D.C. universe in which baby Kal-El lands not in Ma and Pa Kent's farm in Smallville, but in a collective farm in the Ukraine. The whole thing's done in the color scheme of old Soviet propaganda posters, includes cryllic style backwards "N"'s in the titles, and features...

*Stalin and Superman officiating at parades together, with all the obvious "man of steel" jokes thrown in,
*Paranoid rural folk in middle America buying lead coating for their homes so "Superman can't spy on us with his horrible X-Ray vision,"
*The CIA hiring Lex Luthor to build monsters to fight Superman with....


....and a lot more of the same. The tied-in reimaginings of Batman, the exact Luthor/Superman relationship, etc., is all really clever and funny, but, honestly, this thing had me at hello. The basic premise tickled me far too much not to buy it.

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Today was spend hanging out with Steph and Patrick in Ft. Lauderdale....



...and, of course, pretending to write.