t puts note in file: David S. goat-fetish involves harnesses and whips.
The Minearverse 3: The Network Is a Harsh Mistress
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
puts note in file: David S. goat-fetish involves harnesses and whips.
I blame Fury.
Needless to say, Loki is fated to open a can of whoop-ass come Ragnarok.
Hmm. Suddenly I'm kind of looking forward to that. I think it could be entertaining.
You know one of those moments where immediately upon hitting "Post Message" you see your error, roll your eyes and groan? Yep.
Every other post, some days.
I blame Fury.
IRT goats, who doesn't?
Dude(ette)/(s) I own the book. I have read every book I own. (Barring Salmon of Doubt which I haven't gotten around to yet.)My memory simply sucks ass, apparently. The only stuff from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency I can remember are the robot monk and how the sofa ended up stuck in the stairwell.
I swear, I'm going senile before I turn 30. I can't remember 90% of the crap I used to be able to.
IRT goats, who doesn't?
Me.
The only stuff from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency I can remember are the robot monk and how the sofa ended up stuck in the stairwell.
All I remember is Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I need to read it again before hitting Tea-Time.
Sadly, how many of us know this from reading comic books/watching cartoons, rather than actual study of Norse myth? (raises hand)
Not me either. Of course, with the name Freya, it's perhaps not surprising.
I can see I'm going to need to re-read Tea-Time as all I can remember is that it was good. It may need to wait awhile, though, while I read book club books. t /shameless plug for book club thread
Maybe LDTTOTS should be a book club "alternate" selection...
Maybe LDTTOTS should be a book club "alternate" selection...
I think that would rock mightily. It could be paired with something like Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday for sheer dryly hysterical absurdist perfection.