Saturday’s Child Works Hard for a Living

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.

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.

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