It's a cold, dark wintry night in Seattle with a big old full moon, so gather round while I livetweet my readthrough of one of my childhood favorite spookybooks, John Bellairs' Curse of the Blue Figurine
I first discovered this book when I was in elementary school, tucked away in a back corner of the school library. It wasn't like anything I'd read before. It was atmospheric and spooky and smart.
It's the first book in a loose series about my favorite of Bellairs' protagonists.
So it opens up with Johnny Dixon, our hero, sitting and listening to a spooky radio show in 1951.
every so often a friend links me to something on the Paizo forums, and I go read it, and discover that there are still people who have been espousing open white supremacist rhetoric for years there
and I just sigh and wish Paizo would, like, EVER hire an actual community manager
like, community management is a lot more than moderation
and one of the things a professional community manager *does* is think about how to actually *architect* the community instead of just maintain it
That is, how to set standards for behavior that encourage the community to grow toward a desired state, as opposed to just having binary yes/no rules--like do this thing, get your post deleted, do it three times, get a suspension
Realizing that my love of Catholic horror was probably started by discovering John Bellairs books tucked away in the back of my elementary school library.
They are *very* Catholic, but in a way that doesn't feel exclusionary.
I've started rereading my way through the Johnny Dixon series, because it's been literally decades and I was feeling nostalgic, and I'm sort of surprised anew by the books' erudition.
The writing isn't beautiful in the way that, say, Susan Cooper's (my other favorite childhood author) is--it's definitely making an effort to write in a way kids can understand and often feels a little clunky because of it--but it sure provides a lot of rabbitholes for geeky kids
honestly, when there was all the talk about the ways in which men gaslight their wives without even understanding what they're doing 7-8 years ago, this same strategy came up:
Basically, each time someone does something that you've asked them to stop doing, you have to treat it as a completely new, fresh instance with no pattern behind it, because if you don't, then you're dwelling in the past and can't move on and are unforgiving
My coffee shop curse continues, and now I have witnesses.
So anyway a friend and I spent yesterday up in Monroe and Snohomish, which, incidentally, has a very cute old-West downtown.
While we were in Monroe, we noticed a coffee shop that looked cute and were like, "okay, let's hit that place on our way back so we have some caffeine for the drive home."
So we have a nice time in Snohomish and are heading back and go to that coffee shop.
It is closed. We are sad.
Until we realized we dodged a fucking bullet because it is a coffee shop AND CHRISTIAN BOOKSTORE.
Ugh. So now we have to find a different coffee shop.