German: Berg Friseur
Catalan: Muntanya Perruqueria
Filipino: Bundok Barbero
Lithuanian: Kalnas Kirpėjas
Afrikaans: Berg Barbier
French: Montagne Coiffeur
Spanish: Montaña Barbero
Icelandic: Fjallið Rakari
Indonesian: Gunung Tukang Cukur
Welsh: Mynydd Barbwr
Croatian: Planina Frizer
Irish: Sliabh Bearbóir
Esperanto: Monto Frizisto
Maori: Maunga Kaiheu
Zulu: Ntaba Umgundi
Norwegian: Fjellet Barber
Latin: Montem Radentem
Basque: Mendia Bizargin
Swahili: Mlima Kinyozi
Romanian: Munte Frizer
Klingon: HuD chIp
Quenya: Oron Findë-Rissë
My name translates perfectly into almost everything. It’s great. Face it, I pretty much have the best name ever.
Seriously, though, I might start going by Montaña Barbero instead of Mountain Barber. Or maybe Ntaba Umgundi.
If you started reading this expecting a well reasoned, thoughtful essay, you’re going to be very disappointed. I’m just really lazy, and just like to veg when I get off work. I get barely any writing done.
I have, however, gotten a little bit done, and I’m starting to push forwards with it more again as I get used to working full time again. It feels good.
Also, this whole living above poverty level thing? Fucking weird.
You may have noticed that I haven’t posted anything in a while- blame it on personal drama, getting a new (better) roommate, a new 40 hour job with an hour commute each way (I walk there, comes to about six miles a day). Or maybe blame it on my new workout regime, or on all the writing I’ve been doing (that would be a lie, though. I’ve done so little writing). Hell, you could even blame it on being able to afford going out again.
You’d be wrong with all of those guesses, though. The real reason? Fresh ginger root.
Look at that glorious, majestic beast. Look at it!
Everything I cook has ginger in it now. EVERYTHING. COWER BEFORE THIS TANGY ROOT VEGETABLE. COWER. I OWN THIS. WHY? DO NOT QUESTION THE WHIMS OF THE GINGER-WIELDER. FEAR INSTEAD.
No real surprises for me, except for the “Best Graphic Story” award. Don’t get me wrong, “Time” was fantastic, but I was really expecting Saga to take it. Hard SF in the vein of “Time” is pretty rare, though, and Randal Munroe deserves it for all the amazing work he put into it. (I know I never did the last two reviews for Ancillary Justice and Neptune’s Brood, but they were definitely the strongest single novels up for the awards. Definitely read them both.) Even though part of the reason Ancillary Justice did so well was its gimmick- it was a damn good gimmick, and not one that’s really ever been used much before. Plus, anyone who’s going to rag on gimmicks in SF/Fantasy should maybe be reading something else- find me a gimmickless novel in the genres and I’ll probably fall asleep reading it. Neptune’s Brood has the honor of having the most unique economic system I’ve encountered in hard SF, and is a great book on top of it.
Larry Correia’s Sad Puppy slate largely tanked, which whether you think is a good or bad thing, isn’t unexpected. (No comment from Correia or most of the Sad Puppy authors yet, we’ll leave out what Vox Day said, you can go check it out yourself if you’re interested in some homophobia, sexism, poor sportsmanship, and hate against horror fiction. I really think the whole thing would have gone much, much better if he hadn’t been included. Even Correia’s rather intense confrontational online behavior isn’t that big a deal in comparison, angry people are everywhere on the internet.) Dan Wells, despite being, in my opinion, the best of the Sad Puppy Authors on the ballot (Read his John Cleaver books if you haven’t yet, they’re fantastic. YA supernatural serial killer novels, really awesome), didn’t really stand a chance, there’s always going to be a strong stigma against tie-in fiction. I don’t think he was involved in the Sad Puppy slate beyond being nominated by it, though. (The Butcher of Khardov is part of the Warmachine universe.)