The Goblin Market, A Poem by Christina Rossetti

A panel I moderated at Dragon Con this year for the High Fantasy track was on Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market. Started off a little shaky, but it turned into one of my favorite panels this year. For starters, I got there a little later than I would have preferred because of the insane amounts of people traffic. I was also starving, not really getting a chance to eat in a while. So, I smiled at the room that was already sort of packed, took my seat at the panel table as moderator and then jokingly asked the audience if they minded me eating something really quickly (if I promised not to chew into the microphone). That got me some nice chuckles and a couple “Go Ahead’s” so I was able to nom my PBJ. Because when you are a) disabled and b) got weird allergies, you travel with food on you, all the time. When you’re those things and working a convention like Dragon Con, you develop certain skills. One of those being a complete lack of shame. Another being eating when and where you can cause sometimes back-to-back panels don’t always give you time to eat much.

I finished my sandwich and then was keeping an eye on the time because I believe good moderators should make every attempt to start and end on time. I described it once to a non-nerdy relative as the panel schedules being a lot like train schedules, when everything is running well and on time. There’s a little bit of flex time to reset the rooms and get people seated (and for panelists to arrive) but not a lot of it. The time kept creeping closer and closer to start time and with me still being the only person at the table, I started to get a little nervous. Being the only person upstage generally has only happened on purpose previously (writing workshops where I’m teaching baby writers).

Start time hit and I swung into the normal housekeeping stuff (this is our charity for the year, please raise your hand for questions cause I’m autistic and need that signal, and please rate this panel in the app) before just turning to the packed room and going “Okay, since we’re a couple of panelists light, what do you all say about switching this over to a book club type thing? I have a couple of starter questions and then we can take the discussion wherever you want it to go.” I also double checked to see if we had any 16 and youngers in the audience so we could all gauge if we needed to stick to euphemisms or if we had some wiggle room (we did not have any and the entire room relaxed a little more).

We tossed around the basic questions I had prepared and then got into a fantastic discussion of this weird little poem and its enduring resonance since its publication. If you have never read this before, let me point you to where you can read it freely on the Poetry Foundation’s website, Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti. Go read it and then come back and let me know what you thought.

One of the most fascinating things about this poem is that its interpretations are as varied as the number of readers it has reached. It is a fantastic example of Victorian poetry, serving as both a religious and moral allegory while also exemplifying the Victorian socio-economic milieu and also pointing out the inherent gendered double-standards of the time. The fantasy elements combined with the uncertain line between prose and poetry lend it to have a very nursery rhyme quality to it. The poem is enchanting; it spellbinds you with the images it conjures.

We talked about forbidden romances, sexual temptations, the bonds of sisterhood, vampirism, sin and redemption. How the poem also could serve as an example of addiction and recovery. We talked about when we first found the poem. One person literally read it right before the panel itself. His question was about what we got out of the poem if we read it young. My interpretation the first time I read it, at 7 years old, was that the poem was about not taking candy from strangers. At 20, I had a completely different interpretation based around roofies in drinks, sexual assault and the recovery from that. Others had similar stories, some people found it young, and some didn’t.

We were, as a group, having a super fantastic discussion that we were all really sad to have to stop when it was time. We didn’t all agree but we all came at it from a place of just wanting to understand and be understood. It kind of restored a little bit more of my faith in humanity’s ability to have non-toxic discourse. It was the best kind of discussion, I learned things, and the audience learned things.

What had started as a kind of shaky thing turned into this wonderful experience and I was really grateful for it. Definitely one of my favorite experiences at con this year.

Grief is so weird. Or how a game broke my heart a little.

So, I play-test mobile games, one of which is a garden design game, and it’s a great little game. It’s fun, very zen, and very low stress. It uses real life locations which can be fascinating and the way they have it set up, you wind up learning a lot more than you think. As someone who cannot enjoy gardens in real life because of allergies, it’s that much more delightful for me personally.

So yesterday, I logged in and was going through the daily designs and watering my plants and voting for the designs I liked the best out of the ones up for voting. One of the daily challenges caught my eye because it was set somewhere I was familiar with (not unusual for me with how I’ve ping ponged around the Americas) and just the sense-memory of having been there and then the upswell of grief hit me out of nowhere.

The place was where my former? ex? braintwin/soulmate/QPP lived. I’d gone out to visit them and gotten to see around. It had been a marvellous trip. There are question marks above because I’ve never gotten closure on what happened there. They were there one day and then gone the next. Internet presence scrubbed – no forwarding address. We were exceptionally close for all that we rarely got to be in the same state. Talk every day except for meals and sleep sort of close. We never bothered labeling our relationship. When I am feeling particularly maudlin, the closest description I get is Blue and Red from This Is How You Lose The Time War.

It was such a small thing. Just a city name and state in tiny font in a mobile game. The rush of grief and anger and loss swept over me and left me a little unstable on the couch for a moment. For a moment, everything felt so fresh again and then it receded like the water before a tsunami waiting for that next whatever to come flooding in again.

It’s been 9 years and I still miss them.

Dragon*Con 2024 Write Up

I am pretty sure that this con has been better for my mental health than many other things have been. Even considering that I’m a smol introvert who likes to hide in the dark with her keyboard.

I had a great balance of panels and workshops this year. I moderated four panels, taught two workshops, and was on another five panels. Slow year (I only walked 15.83 miles) and that was actually pretty sweet. I was also minioning for a lot of the Hourly Writing Workshops which also helped me with working on some drafting and also learning more things! I always get useful things out of listening to Mike (Stackpole) and Bryan (Young) and Benji (Richards). We had a great group of attendees too – lots of good questions.

I am extremely blessed in that I had amazing panelists for each of the panels that I moderated. DB Jackson/David B. Coe and DL Wainright are always amazing to have on panels, as is Constance Wagner. Meeting new people, Daniel Schinhofen, Ryan Cahill (who the rest of the Irish mythology panel agreed we could just to listen to forever with that sweet Irish accent), Seressia Glass, Roy Kilgard, Milton J. Davis, Shane McInnis, Kevin A. Davis, and D.R. Perry! Seriously, they’re all fantastic creators and academics and I still cannot get over the fact that we got an actual astrophysicist for the Astronomical Phenomena in High Fantasy panel y’all.

The panels I didn’t have to moderate also had some fantastic moderators and I love them for it. Panel Moderation is NOT easy. Jennifer Liang, Kristin Jackson, Sue Kisenwether, Carol Malcolm, and ChelseaBytes were superlative, like I cannot tell you enough about how much they are good at their jobs and keeping all of us on track and on topic.

Fellow panelists who just rock it out of the park every time: K.T. Hanna, K. N. Lee, Erika Lance, Marx Pyle, Alison Tracy, Lilbit, Jess L. M. Anderson, Bethany Brookshire, Wayland Smith, Michael Collins, Morgan A McLaughlin McFarland, Niki Veasey, Brian Doob, Shayna Adelman, and Billy Todd.

EDIT: Because I’m an idiot, I totally forgot to thank all my Track Directors and their hordes of volunteers who make everything smooth going for guests and attending professionals. It takes a village and they exemplify awesome each and every day. So here’s to Kellen-Kelley Harkins, Carol Malcolm, Jennifer Liang, and the awesome cabal that runs the Digital Media track.

High points from the con:

“How many murders for a novel?” Question from a workshop discussing mystery story structures.

Getting to hang out with Alli Martin.

Random swag getting shoved into my hands as I made my way through the Marriott – including two small bags with dice, cards, and stickers and quite possible the absolute best piece of swag I have ever gotten – A bright red Campaign button proudly exclaiming “Handmaids for Harris.”

Getting to talk about magical contract law and why words matter for 2 panels back to back (because Jennifer Liang loves me).

Seeing the panel room for the Asexuality panel full to bursting again for the second year in a row. It makes me so happy and teary.

Sue gave me Ace Flag Lego earrings.

Bethany Brookshire and I got to sit next to each other on our panel which both of us were way more amused by then it probably merited.

Multiple people telling me that they loved the panels I was moderating/workshops I was teaching and that I was a good moderator.

Getting to see and hug so many friends.

Fannish_Fifty: Book Club (2018) A Visual Crackfic

Book Club (2018)  was An Experience. A cracktastic experience.

So the basic premise for this movie is “Four friends’ lives are turned upside down when their book club tackles the infamous “50 Shades of Grey.” From discovering new romance to rekindling old flames, they inspire each other to make their next chapter the best chapter.” (Thanks, Google)

That…that does not really capture how incredibly bonkers this film is.  Because this film is absolutely  B-O-N-K-E-R-S.   Like it’s two bananas short of a banana split.  

How I came to see this film since it had not been on my radar at all. Well, Spice #3 texted me and went “So I need you to watch this movie with me”  which was both very suspicious and very intriguing.  Anytime one of the Spices tell me “you gotta see this” it is always either going to be mind-blowingly awesome or mind-blowingly shitmazing.  There’s no in-between. 

It has an amazing cast,  Candice Bergen, Mary Steenburgen, Craig T. Nelson, Andy Garcia, Jane Fonda, Diane Keaton, and Don Johnson are most of the main cast and it’s wonderful in the way that I snickered hard enough to strain muscles watching this movie. 

I straight up cannot believe this movie got made.   This is the kind of movie where you have Very 

Sincere Doubts that anyone involved in the writing was sober by any metric.  This is visual crackfic and I know crackfic.   I “came of age”  during the wild west fandom years – I have read crackfic and written crackfic, I can tell you what quality crack from non-quality crack is.

This was glorious crackfic of the kind where it took me back to the LJ days pre-Strikethrough and it was amazing.

Fannish_Fifty: Clue (1985)

CW: Mention of Queerbaiting Under The Picture

Clue (1985) 

Okay, yes, I can see some of you already clutching pearls that I went 30 years without ever having seen this movie. I’m just going to put up a mental sign that says “I grew up weird and not totally on this continent” and just leave it at that, alright? 

Anyways, Tim Curry is the best.  This is known.  This role was perfect for him and it was hysterical watching him run around like a mad thing and dragging everyone with him.  

I spent most of the film believing Leslie Ann Warren was Susan Sarandon.  I apparently cannot tell them apart in this specific role. 

It was sort of amusing to watch them all devolve into complete bonkers. I have now also seen the scene where one of my favorite gifs of all times comes from. Mrs. White FTW.  It was entertaining for a movie based around a popular board game.

Though I do feel some kind of way about the gay man being “gifted” the lead pipe and then later on, when it’s revealed it’s actually queerbaiting and he’s a secret straight plant –  I know, I know, the movie is 37 and stigma and society and blackmail and all that.  

It’s believable and that’s the problem.  That thing happened. It happened probably more often than we will ever know.   To see it here in a movie that’s a comic mystery movie…I just wish they’d chosen something, anything else for that character’s background. It left a decidedly sour taste in my mouth. 

Glad I watched it, I get why people love it, but I’m not likely to rewatch it.

Fannish_Fifty: Top Gun Maverick (2022)

Top Gun Maverick 2022 – one of the more talked about movies in several friend groups I inhabit. AKA It’s COOL, Totally FINE, didn’t need THOSE EMOTIONS and also WHOO DOGFIGHTS movie.

I watched this one directly after watching the first one (for the first time)  which was An Experience.   I am un-endingly glad I did not see this one in theaters.   It was intense enough on my living room TV, watching it in the theater would have been bad for my nerves and senses. 

I came to the conclusion that much like with Star Trek (2009) and Zachary Quinto –  Top Gun Maverick needed to wait until Miles Teller was old enough to star in it.   The casting there placed against the casting of Anthony Edwards in the first one was absolutely stellar – especially visually.  Like that scene with the piano? The nostalgia tipped spear of feels that gave me was really visceral. That was only the beginning too.

Val Kilmer broke my heart and I was in a glass case of emotions for all of that. OW. This is supposed to be an action movie, it’s not supposed to rip out my still beating heart and show it to me as well.

I will admit a lot of the impetus for me to see this movie originally (and also providing the push needed to finally sit down and watch the first one) came from having read a spectacular crossover fanfic that got me super curious about the source material. 

I love the Mav and Hondo relationship – it’s the best.   Overall, this was a good successor to the first one.  Just enough callbacks to the first one and it was its own movie with its own plot.   It wasn’t a copy-paste New Generation remake of the first one. 

10/10 would rewatch (but not on a huge screen. I’m old and my heart can’t take the pressure). 

Fannish Fifty: Top Gun (1986)

Top Gun (1986) – the movie that broke box office records and became not only an iconic hit but also a culturally relevant one, landing itself in the National Film Registry.

It was also, up to Jan 2023, a movie I’d never seen before. Despite seeing every other single action and war flick known under the sun because of my father – somehow this movie missed the cut. 

It wasn’t until people in my friend circle started sputtering when I told them that I hadn’t seen it that I realized I should probably rectify that.  Also, the sequel had just hit streaming and that one looked fascinating. 

Upon asking my parents about why I’d never seen it with them, the answer I got back was that there was some trauma around the movie and someone in their friend circle on base using a lot of Top Gun references with the guy they were cheating on their husband with around the time it was released.

My initial two reactions to this film were as follows: 

  • Okay so Tom Cruise has just always been Like That.  
  • Oh hey I know that song/actor!

All joking aside, I was entertained by the film and I can definitely see the nostalgia bits that everyone loves.  I’m a sucker for a good action flick and this one delivered.

Fannish_50: The Mummy (1999) : Jonathan Carnahan

This is one of my favorite movies, I won’t lie. I often put it on as background noise if I’m not watching or listening to something specific. It’s essentially my favorite kind of story – adventure, curses, found family, and hijinks. A kind of happy ending that gives me resolution while also leaving it open for future stories. However, one of my favorite parts of it is the characterization of the main protagonists. Specifically Jonathan Carnahan.

Jonathan occupies a really important role in the movie, serving as comic relief that is actually comic rather than stupid and who also serves as a valuable plot mover. He comes off as the incompetent buffoon except while the buffoon part could possibly be argued for, Jonathan is anything but incompetent.

So let’s review what we know to be true from the film itself. Jonathan can read Ancient Egyptian, even if it is not to the same degree his sister can. He’s clearly interested in archaeology to the point of being on digs himself – which would have required extensive schooling to qualify for those kinds of permits. The “dig down in Thebes” line alludes to that and Evie clearly believes him when he tells her where he found it.

Jonathan also doesn’t miss when he shoots and he clearly has some boxing experience. Given the timeperiod of the movie, he’s the right age to have fought in WWI (So’s Rick and the French Foreign Legion did fight in WWI but that’s a different post) and that makes everything about him make so much more sense.

Jonathan, much like Phryne Fisher in one of my favorite period mystery shows, hasn’t taken anything seriously since 1918 and for pretty much the same reasons. He’s exactly the sort of soldier who got disillusioned from seeing what he did and since it didn’t actually kill him, he’s jumped from that into something slightly less dangerous. Archaeology was dangerous, not necessarily from curses, but just from people with guns shooting at you. He’s living it up when he can and trying not to give in to those darker impulses.

Evie: Have you no respect for the dead? 

Jonathan: Of course I do, but sometimes I’d rather like to join them.

John Hannah, who plays Jonathan, conveyed all this perfectly on screen. He didn’t have to spell it out for us, just the hints of it existing were perfect.

Fannish_Fifty Challenge for 2023

So one of the things I am doing in 2023 is the fannish_fifty challenge – where you post about fannish and fandom things once a week for fifty weeks. It sounded fun so I signed up for this year. It’s very casual but I think just having the structure will be helpful. I’ve decided to not choose a firm theme at the moment, but that will likely change as we go.

It officially starts on Jan 2nd of 2023. Come back then to see what the first week’s post will be.

Hostages

A four episode documentary about the Iranian Hostage Crisis and despite having a pretty good understanding (so I thought) about this event, this show knocked me for six. It was impressively well done – they approached it objectively and interviewed both the hostages and the hostage-takers.

Watching this series gave a deeper understanding of the events surrounding the hostage crisis – the geopolitical and historical context as well as being able to see the footage from back then with those involved to the elder selves commenting back on that time.

Do not give this one a miss. It is well worth your time.

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