I’ve always loved that particular folk rhyme, or perhaps it was the book I read as a child where the children – named after the days of their birth – are all turned into the foods they like best and nearly eaten by a witch.
I was born on a Saturday. For me at least this doesn’t mean I’m living by the skin off my hands or the sweat on my brow, but by the drive I have to do and be, to feel guilty for every moment of rest away from the work of my life: writing. It isn’t that I consider time spent away from my work necessary, because I totally do, but the murderous, ruler-rapping impulses courtesy of my Type-Triple-A personality – kind of like the T-888, only soft and prone to tears – make everything that isn’t something feel like I ought to flog myself. I could and did skip any number of classes in college without warranting this kind of response, but if I elect to read before bed instead of tap-tap-tapping out a few words I might even end up deleting tomorrow, it’s on.
Maybe I ought to have been Wednesday’s child?
But I do give myself a break, even when I don’t feel like I deserve one. With that in mind and my desire for something here to cater to my exhaustive hunger for geek culture – and what my obsessive fervor often transmutes to geek culture, like honing my gardening and sewing skills for the zombie apocalypse – I bring you Saturday’s Child, where I am admitting the opposite of what I ought to be doing. What I’m reading, watching, playing; the things that just took my heart and squeezed it like a naughty cat.
- I’ve got a crush on the Naz’jar Battlemaiden. World of Warcraft has some really tremendous storytelling, and as I tend only to game when there’s a rich world and story involved, this is dangerous business, indeed.
- I’m not a genius, which explains why I’m late to the Eureka party. The success of this show, I think, lies in what a friend smartly called the fact that it’s “light on the science, big on the fiction.” I love a space opera or fantasy epic as much as the next geek, but a romp that doesn’t take itself so seriously is refreshing.
- Jason Sanford’s Never Never Stories, especially the scope and sheer weirdness of the science fiction stories, are just captivating. Every question I felt I needed answered on the first page was forgotten in the wandering and wondering pleasure of just reading.
Guilty pleasures? Spill ’em.