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Finished Captains Outrageous by Joe Lansdale (this post contains spoilers, btw; you're warned). Fairly dissapointing. Interesting story at the start, but the plot kinda hops around. In the earlier books, characters could do strange things, and strange stuff could happen, but it made sense.

This book lacked a lot of dramatic oomph. And every time Hap goes into a house in this book, someone's been brutally butchered. Man. I'm never inviting him over.

The dust jacket was written by some kind of chemically damaged monkey. It sounds like the same book, but not quite exactly.

Ah, well. At least it was a library book. I've still got my signed copy of Mucho Mojo. At least I THINK I do.

Fuck. Anyone else notice I keep making posts real late on Fridays? Is this an omen of a bad relationship, that I'm suffering frostbite in teh den rather than go sleep next to my wife when I don't have to be up at 6?

I still need to figure out if A) I'm going to SDCC, GenCon, both, or neither.

A Conversation in a Dream

I had a dream too. I was talking over stuff with Gene Hackman. I mentioned how much I liked the Superman movies (the first two, anyway).

He snapped at me "you don't have to tell ME about the fucking Superman movies". Guy's got issues.

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It's official. I hate trekkies.

The whining mewling little fucks. You know what the current itch in my craw is. The whining mewling little fucks and their reaction to the theme song to Enterprise.

I'm not watching the show, you know. I haven't seen three full episodes so far. The cast is good enough, I guess. But the characters (aside from a few) aren't grabbing me.

But I like the theme song. It is, to put it bluntly, pretty much fucking perfect for the show. It contains yearning and hope and joy and the firey unstoppableness of the human spirit that the show should be about. And the weasels are complaining.

They seem to think they have a right to comment, you see. The wonderful thing is that the vocal ones are, as usual, a stunningly tiny minority. A squeaky ball bearing that's trying to drive the car.

Hell, it's a Diane Warren song. I mean, it's not like she's one of the most popular songwriters of the 20th century. Oh wait. SHE IS. The woman has written songs for longer than some of these defective zygotes have been breathing, and has an awards shelf bigger than the average semi-detached condo. Sure, she wrote that stupid Aerosmith song from Armageddon (ich; I so hate that flick) but no one's perfect.

And Russell Watson? The guy's a freaking tenor. He's a classical musician from England with blue collar roots. And he's a goodwill ambassador for the UN, so he's not some schmuck.

But the retarded spock ears set, you see, the whining mewling fucks are all "it's just a cheesy Rod Stewart song". Fuck.

Ah, hell. Someone get me my nitro pills.