'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
I'm a whore for great dialogue. I don't so much care about knowing where the destination is, (which may explain why I'm perpetually lost) unless the entire premise is suspense.
It's all sort of like a roadtrip with very funny and cool people who make you feel comfortable in your skin. You know where you're going but the traveling is the best part.
Good dialogue does that.
AICN is advertising the thing tonight. Does that mean the people who post on their message boards will be there?
Herc also calls Tim a mammoth slacker. This explains why Tim has not been around much. We've lost him to the ivory trade. He did have such pretty tusks.
AICN is advertising the thing tonight. Does that mean the people who post on their message boards will be there?
Oh Sweet Jeebus God, no. If so bring a few cans of Red Bull and some peanut butter cups to throw as a distraction if they start towards you.
I think they're afraid of girls. I've no worries.
I think they're afraid of girls. I've no worries.
But that's just because they've had no prior exposure. What if one got fiesty?
What if one got fiesty?
I assume this means asking me for the time and then wetting his pants.
So I read Moon is a Harsh Mistress this past week as well.
Everything that Allyson, Nutty, and Rick said: WROD. Wrod to the max. Oy.
I think if you strip out all the didactic discussions about revolutionary theory, and the appalling gender relations, and the 2D bimbettes and maternal ideals who make up the female characters, and the political theory, you might possibly have a framework on which to hang a story.
But my god! There was almost no action in the novel. It was all secondhand action, all tell, no show. "Then we had girls start teasing the guards, and the guards got grumpy so the Warden sent out more guards--" ad nauseum. Nobody developed, nobody changed, nobody had second thoughts: all the leads were perfect and right, and if hundreds of thousands of people died for their mistakes, well none of that was their fault after all. Everything was so black and white, with this little cabal (oh that word) making all the decisions for the sheep who can't think for themselves. Bleah.
t shudders and goes off too read Robert Graves to cleanse my palate
Oddly enough, I remember rather liking Moon as a teen. Clearly my tastes have changed.
Oddly enough, I remember rather liking Moon as a teen. Clearly my tastes have changed.
When I was a teen I liked Message to Garcia. Ugh.
I assume this means asking me for the time and then wetting his pants.
BWAH! So don't wear great shoes. Just in case.
When I was a teen I liked Message to Garcia.
I know this is a place in which we can freely confess our sins, but I really admire your bravery for admitting that one.