"john m ford"

Thanks to an article about why science fiction great John M Ford's books are out of print, they're coming back

John M Ford -- AKA Mike Ford -- (previously) was a spectacular and varied science fiction writer who performed brilliantly across a wide range of genres and formats, from RPGs (GURPS, Paranoia) to licensed Star Trek fiction (his "How Much for Just the Planet" effectively created Klingon fandom) to fantasy novels like The Dragon Waiting, which grip and delight the reader in ways to rival George RR Martin or Ursula K LeGuin. Read the rest

Star Trek mummer's play

"King Boreas and the Vulcans" is a Star Trek-themed rewrite of a traditional mummer's play, by the delightful (and sadly departed) John M Ford and friends.

Kirk: In comes I, old Captain Kirk All my fans know I’m a...great actor, Brilliant novelist, and a swell guy besides I come here from space My rug glued in place I come with my ship To shoot from the hip I come with my crew Scott: It’s something to do. Chekov: We know he’s a jerk. McCoy: Yes, but it’s work. Kirk: A ship, a ship For me and my supporting cast For we are the merry Starfleet That seek out new worlds We are the merry Starfleet That necks with your girls We are the merry Starfleet All frequencies hail

King Boreas and the Vulcans

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RIP, sf writer John M Ford

Stefan Jones sez, "Science fiction writer and game designer John M. Ford passed away last night. I'll leave the dignified tributes to others, and present a sample of how I best knew the guy, namely his hilarious off-the-cuff riffs posted on Making Light. One of the posters in the commemoration thread found this recipe for Hot Gingered Pygmy Mammoth:"

Preheat a giant turtle shell over a fumarole. A big giant turtle. Put some oil in there. Make sure no other giant turtles are around to see you do this.

On a flat rock, stirring with your Stick of the Dining God, dry cook the sesame seeds over medium heat until they are brown and smell good. Remove from the heat. Add the noodles to the turtle shell and fry fast until puffy and the color of sunrise. Remove from the oil and drain on non-itchy leaves. Throw salt. Set aside.

Sear the mammoth meat on the flat rock. Salt but don’t overdo it, you remember what happened to the Chest-Clutching Tribe of the Plains. Drain.


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