One of the topics of conversation at the blogmeet was the transition in all literature towards sparkly vampire metrosexual wierdness; it’s taking over SF, it’s made it’s way into the former bodice-ripper genre, film is studded with it, and even commercials have crossed the line.

Tam even notes, yesterday, that the tivie is loaded with ghost hunting, paranormal supernatural horseshit. Even Discovery channel is loaded with it, as if it were some kind of hard science, “reality” shows loaded with Blair Witch scenes.

I have noticed that people who maintain a disconnect with reality often seek out the unknown for a good old fashioned scare.

Sorry, the known is plenty frightening enough for me. I don’t need people to make up shit for me to fear.