Weird

At Liberty con, I was put — for the second time — on a panel called The New Weird. This put me in a mood, since the last time I was on it, no one could define the New Weird. Which in my mind is a failed marketing tag, and the equivalent of “New Wave without without the flashes of brilliance conferred by LSD.”

So I might have been a wee bit rude off the gate. Look, truly, part of this is that I was barely holding together with ducttape with Helena in ICU. (Her having died hasn’t made thin...