Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
CBR Book#27: Dead As A Doornail by Charlaine Harris
Oh, Charlaine Harris, you nutbag you. You have to be one of the most delightfully insane, and clearly horny, writers working today. Miss Sookie Stackhouse is a telepath with a name that sounds half Chinese prostitute and half Southern dynasty. The books are populated with (POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHOY!) Viking vampires. Pirate vampire. Yakuza vampire. Fairies. Werewolves. Shape-shifters. Werepanthers. Weretigers. Maenads. (POSSIBLE SPOILERS OVAH!) I'm starting to think that Sookie must either smell or taste like an orgasm feels with all of the supernatural sexy that wants to bang her. And I love it all!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
CBR Book#26: The Living Dead edited by John Joseph Adams
"This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, and not with a whimper, but with the bleak gusto of a low-budget horror movie" - John Langan
Adams has collected thirty-four short stories that all begin with the idea of zombies in our midst. Some of the stories bring the zombies to the forefront, some keep them in the background, shrouded in more mystery than usual. Some of the stories speak from the viewpoint of the zombie and one doesn't even involve real zombies.
Adams has collected thirty-four short stories that all begin with the idea of zombies in our midst. Some of the stories bring the zombies to the forefront, some keep them in the background, shrouded in more mystery than usual. Some of the stories speak from the viewpoint of the zombie and one doesn't even involve real zombies.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
CBR Book#23: The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier
The premise of this book is quite intriguing. As long as there is someone alive who remembers who you are, you will live in The City with other dead people after you pass away. When there is no one left with memories of you, you will leave The City of the dead and move on. On to what, this book does not address. It sounds like a beautiful way to view the afterlife and the dead seem to be happy in The City. Happy until some of them disappear due to a deadly virus sweeping the Earth.
Things I Say to My Dog
We have a beagle named Wallace. He's the only one in the house that obeys me on a consistent basis. He is also the only one that follows me around all day, tripping me and wanting to be scratched behind the ears. Here are some things that I've said to him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up? Well, tough shit because it's Lost Tuesday, bitch."
"Holy Lord, dog! Did you just fart? Maybe those refried beans I gave you were a bad idea..."
"STOP EATING THE CRUNCHY LAUNDRY RESIDUE THAT FELL OUT OF THE DRYER!"
"No. Go wipe your paws off first. NOOOO. I SAID GET THE MUD OFF OF YOUR PAWS FIRST!"
"Really? You'd rather eat this slice of bread than that chunk of chicken I just gave you? ARE YOU EVEN A REAL DOG??"
"Get away from my clothes. They just came out of the dryer and I would like to wear them before they start to smell like dog butt. Thanks so much."
I think I need more company during the days...and evenings.
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