September 7th, 2015

Hugo Sign

The Hugo-Haters Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks

I wasted more time that I should have arguing with one of the people who hate, hate, hate the Hugo Awards and insist they must be completely irrelevant because they don't give the Awards to things he personally wants to win. I have to give him credit for honesty: he thinks democracy is terrible; on the other hand, he's not quite honest enough to come out and say, "I want a system where I personally make all of the decisions and you all do as I order you to do." Of course, he's also pretty pitiful, given that one of the worst insults he could come up with was to call me a woman since of course women are a lower form of life.

In any event, for someone who insists that the Hugo Awards are completely and utterly irrelevant, he sure spends a lot of words and effort on them.

Again to his credit, he says somewhere down these comments that we need a New Award. I told him, honestly and earnestly, how much I hope he goes out and creates the Real Awards. But I don't think he will, and in fact, I don't think any of them will. Or at least, I don't think they'll be able to create a viable award that actually gets anyone paying attention to it. That's because in the end, I think the people enthusiastically claiming that Hugo Is Dead because Their Guy Lost will fall into a bunch of bickering over the results of the Real Award. After all, when you have a bunch of people who are convinced that they are all Rugged Individualists and that each one of them is the One True Human Being, how can you possibly resolve a disagreement among them equitably?

Besides, creating a new Award would require quite a bit of work, and honestly, I don't think these would-be Competent Men are actually all that competent. They want someone else to do all of the work, but they want to give all of the orders and take all of the credit. Ironically, their Official Literary God, the sainted Robert Heinlein, described them quite well in one of his stories: "Coventry." I doubt any of them are sufficiently self-aware to realize that many of them map quite well onto the story's lead character, though.
Let's Split

How We Spent Labor Day: Working

Having gone to the Western Pacific Railroad Museum on Saturday and the Nevada State Railroad Museum on Sunday (pictures later), we considered trying to make a staycation railfan trifecta by riding the Virginia & Truckee Railroad on Monday, but instead we did the responsible thing and stayed home to work on the house. I did more work on cutting back the weeds in the neighboring field, widening the firebreak to about two meters. I trimmed dead branches off one of the trees in the front yard. (We can use those for kindling wood this winter.) Lisa and I worked on clearing the leaves and other debris that were cluttering up the back patio. I cleaned the bathroom. Lisa vacuumed. We'll never make the pages of House Beautiful, but things look a little better now.