It's a bit of a mess, since I'm on vacation and I don't have much time to tidy up the place.

All the blog entries have been moved, but the comments are not all transferred due to incompatibilities between the blog platforms.

Anyway, the new blog is now at

Even Jane can't topple the DRM movement

It looks like Berkley is willing to work with Jane (and vice versa, although she didn't say she'd accept the invitation to acquire for a second "Romance, Dear Author style" anthology), but the DRM and Agency Pricing are all here to stay.

Don't know if that makes Dear Author's stance on DRM and Agency Pricing rather hypocritical in light of this, or maybe Jane is just trying to weaken the Mean People from inside, heh. At any rate, it will be interesting to see whether Dear Author will be as great as getting books to sell as they are at selling themselves as industry experts on everything digital marketing.

Also, is it just me or is it rather funny that some people are complaining about conflict of interest (on agents' parts) when there is not a peep about the ethical grey area of bloggers working as digital/online promoters or publishing house acquisition folks or even speakers in forums and seminars conducted for and by publishing industry people on online promotion and digital marketing, while balancing the duty of being an impartial industry observer? 

PS: How long do you think before some Anonymous accuses me of being JUST JELLUS?

Everyone! I'm now gay!

Reading all those screes and advocacy that come out during Pride Week has helped me seen the light.

Straight romances are evil, disgusting advocates of oppressing and antiquated concepts like religion and patriarchy. Plus, they don't have hot men having sex with each other.

To become a better person, I must read only MM romances - and nothing else - and write online non-stop about how the world will be a better beautiful balloon if hot gay men are allowed to have sex with each other while we all get to watch and bask in our enlightened appreciation of unrelenting sodomy.

There is only one kind of gay men: hot ones who live to let women fawn, sigh and drool over their glittering copulating bodies. The only gay sex that matters is BDSM - every gay guy does it on Friday nights - and every urban gay guy under 21 is a university jock who moonlights as a stripper in a hot night club. Non-urban gay guys are all cowboys.

Everything that is wrong in this world will be solved if everyone is gay and beautiful.

Despite the fact that the world still have problems giving equal rights to people of different religion, color, politicial ideology, and other things, it is only realistic and fair that we charge into organizations like RWA and LAMBA and insist that they give out awards to our favorite authors. Only then will we be making huge advances in ensuring that every hot BDSM gay cowboy callboy will be able to have sex with his Dom.

Sexually explicit gay sex scenes in a novel are educational tools to expose the ignorant mind to the beauty of male same sex coitus.

Lesbians? Trannies? What are these things you are talking about? Everyone knows that being gay means looking like the latest hot Hollywood male celebrity du jour and having hot sex with each other. Don't pollute the beautiful BDSM sphere of hot gay men buggering each other with your weird ideas.

It is okay to call myself a gay man trapped in a straight woman's body in order to claim some credibility in my online arguments with fellow homophobes.

I have boyfriends and/or husbands but I like reading about guys having sex... OMG, I'm a bisexual! Radical!

Everyone who disagrees with me is a homophobe. And a racist. And a... let me go check my college textbook of "ism" words. I bet there are sixteen big words to describe these wretched rejects of humanity who can't appreciate the righteousness of the penis-in-anus dogma. Gay men who disagree with me are secret self-loathing Republican lesbians. Or maybe they are straight men trapped in a gay man's body. What's the big word to describe such a sad psychological condition? Homoterophogynotubbopornophobia? 

Life is too precious to waste time leaving the house and actually taking part in LGBT activism on grassroot levels. There are always blog battles to win, after all, and we all know THAT is the only way the battle can be won.

Despite the fact that I only read MM novels and slash fiction, without truly knowing anything about the history of LGBT activism (Stonewall - isn't that the name of the hot BDSM Dom cowboy from Carol Lynne's latest masterpiece?), I am very well qualified to call myself a LGBT activist who understands what a gay man must feel like living under a repressive regime of oppression.

I have watched Rent 2,654 times, I watch Glee every week, and I read every MM book I can get my hands on when I am not working on my epic slash fanfiction. That proves that I am heavily immersed and active in gay culture. PS: everyone who gives my work a negative rating is a homophobic hater.

Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal are my two most favorite gay activists ever because they have done a lot of good things for the LGBT community, like having sex scenes on film so that me and my girlfriends can watch and wish that we too are hot gay men.

Really, guys, the world will be so much better if we are all gay and beautiful and speaking in a polished upper-class Gosford Park accent.

Malaysia's very own Rebecca Black

Thanks for Gennita for notifying me of this legend in the making. Some Google-fu tells me that Rosalinda is actually a quite famous singer in the Kelantan/Patani area, which explains her thick accent. But seriously, there are many Kelantanese who'd swear that she's singing in the language of orangutans! I nominate this video to be played at every internatiomal airport in Malaysia!

Yes, this video was actually commissioned by the Tourism Department of Kelantan. Or so I read online.

Sporadic updates till Wednesday

My brother passed away early this morning, so I will be attending the funeral and taking part in all the necessary rituals until Wednesday. The first two days are usually the most hectic ones, so there won't be any updates this weekend, I'm afraid.

PS: No condolences, please. We are all glad that he's at peace now after his long and painful fight against cancer.

Uh, what exactly again do we like about 19th century England?

This is not a facetious question.

We certainly can't be enamored of the class system, as every hero and heroine in that era defies the caste system. Heroes are portrayed as rakes who are better than everyone else because they are not hypocrites (it's okay to be immoral as long as you are upfront about it and have a terrible mother to justify your actions). Heroines treat the hired help like best friends and these hired help stay on despite not being paid because they love nothing more than to be loyal to the heroine. So, no, aristocracy is bad. 

Is it the cultures and virtues of being English? I guess, but we all know what happens the moment we introduce an American or a Scotsman into the mix - all of a sudden, those characters become the pillar of virtue while everything English becomes even ten times more boorish in comparison.

Or maybe we love the clothes? But then again, our heroines tend to delight in forgoing corsets and what not, often making a statement about how restrictive women's clothes of that area are. Men deliberately avoid wearing wigs or codpieces - breeches are okay because they show off those lovely muscular thighs and the bulge of manliness - preferring instead black like a GQ version of a Goth. They don't have snuffboxes, they only reluctantly let their valets dress them up, they dislike buying clothes of their time. So it's not like fashion is portrayed as an attraction in these romance novels. Both the hero and heroine hate it.

The ballrooms? Almack's? Both the hero and the heroine hate them. Those ballrooms are hunting ground of vapid debutantes, heartless married women looking for adulterous escapades, and hateful gossips! How glad are the hero and the heroine to finally avoid attending those TEDIOUS things!

So, honestly, what exactly are we supposed to like in these historical romances again? The accent? 

Quickie Movie Review: X-Men - First Class

Something is wrong with Marvel. They have lost all ability to create compelling heroes, it seems, because this is the second consecutive movie from them where the villain comes off as more sympathetic, compelling, and frighteningly sexy. Michael Fassbender, as Magneto, is sex on two legs here. Watching him is like.... I don't know, having an orgasm from eating the most delicious chocolate in the world. There is something frighteningly sexy about how evil and yet how human he is.

You know, I have my doubts about the annoying James MacAvoy as Charles Xavier. He's a decent actor, but he is also an irritating one. And lo and behold, he is just right for the role as Charles Xavier in this movie is lawful stupid, smug, patronizing, condescending, and supremely unlikable. Mystique is right in that Charles never have to hide his mutation so he fits in with the humans - he never has to experience what it truly means to be an outsider. After all, we are talking about an overprivileged brat who hits on his undergraduate students. How on earth can he compare to Magneto, who is broken inside, having experienced every injustice that can be inflicted on him, and determined to avenge himself on the people who tormented him?

And the movie agrees, because I tell you, the crowning moment of awesome in this movie belongs to Magneto. You will know what I mean if you watch the movie. 

Oh yes, the movie. The plot is surprisingly understated but gorgeously poignant and nuanced - it's exciting, and it manages to make the whole Mutants Are Outsiders thing touching rather than preachy despite Charles's cheesy lines. It's pretty clear that the movie wants me to sympathize with Magneto and to a lesser extent Raven or Mystique - these two are the most well drawn characters in this one. Charles Xavier is just a homoerotic catalyst for Magneto's coming of age as the sexiest and most rugged reinvention of a schlocky tin man in purple panties ever since they cast Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, transforming a smelly hirsute midget with attitude problem into a manly hunk of the century.

The rest of the cast are scenery chewers. Watch this for Magneto. 



Greetings from Kreludor! As Neopia gets into the full swing of the Altador Cup VI celebrations, this blog takes a break from real life to present the latest coverage of the game, from a biased Team Kreludor viewpoint. Haters will hate, so if you don't like it, go read another blog in the meantime. 

The story so far
The Kreludor Fab Five performed solidly, if somewhat inconsistently, last year, coming in second after losing the final round to the mummies of Lost Desert. Not that we are excusing the performance of the team, but apparently the germ-laden atmosphere of Altador rendered our Grundo Twosome tad drowsy with the flu during the midseason period. Have no fear, Grundo Groupies, for this year we have ensured that everyone is vaccinated with the latest batch of radical germbusters.


The opponent is: TEAM MARAQUA

These underwater peasants may resemble bloated puffer fish, but they mean business, having won the second tier rounds in the finals last year by coming in very strong in Yooyuball. This year, they even replaced that stupid what's-her-name with that ugly Kiko from Team Lost Desert, hoping that the presence of an M&M the color of rigor mortis will give them the mojo they need. Oh please. Team Kreludor is the MOON, they PWN the tide.

Of course, whether or not they will prevail against Team Kreludor remains to be seen. Stay tuned, we'll keep you covered.