You're not a well-known figure in our history

My poem "Exauguratio" has been accepted by Goblin Fruit. This is the anti-ghost poem I wrote right before Arisia, sparked by a comment of ashlyme's. The title is a Roman form of exorcism: of gods.

I had never heard of Lau before last night, but I think their version of "Midnight Feast" is the first I've heard from the other side of the demon lover equation. I love the way the harmonies darken and drive down on shining down on us at the end of the street. There had better be recordings of that concert.

(I had no idea there was a song about James Barry, either. Discovered indirectly through this review, which has a great photoset accompanying.)

Readercon meeting this afternoon. Then it's back to hibernation.

You know, I'm half inclined to believe that there's some rational explanation for all of this

I've still never seen Will Hay, but I just watched Michael Redgrave do a momentary impersonation of him in The Lady Vanishes (1938) with a pair of pince-nez and a mortarboard from a costume box—"Now, boys, boys, which of you has stolen Miss Froy? Own up, own up!"—vague, officious, distractedly gesturing, with a rabbit-nosed squint. There seem to be a bunch of his movies on YouTube, quality skeptical: Boys Will Be Boys (1935), Windbag the Sailor (1936), Oh, Mr. Porter! (1937), My Learned Friend (1943). I might as well find out how good Redgrave's impersonation was.

In other news, I remain very fond of Naunton Wayne.

(We now return to your irregularly scheduled, badly needed hibernation.)