I *just* got why the Emerson books were sort of ... funky. Smart Sam.
I still need to read The Crimson Petal and the White. And I am terribly wary, as well as morbidly fascinated, about the film version of 1407. I love Cusack, but it looks like they took the scariest story in the book, and fucked it right up.
I don't know a damn book that anyone's mentioned other than Kerouac and Pet Semetary, and I haven't read either of those.
Someone created a series of letters... Sam getting drunk and writing nasty notes to Stephen King about how bad his books suck. With notes in the margin by Dean. Hysterical.
I really think Dean's a movie guy and Sam's a book guy. But I like the idea that Dean's got a few that he really likes. (Who likes Gatsby? And also, I wonder if Sam likes Shakespeare...)
Bwah! Do you have that link?
Someone created a series of letters... Sam getting drunk and writing nasty notes to Stephen King about how bad his books suck. With notes in the margin by Dean. Hysterical.
Those are possibly my favorite bits of fic for SPN ever.
Yes, but you fill our shared brain with vampire goodness. So I just figured I could take the Beat stuff.
Ah, it's a division of labor thing. Spiffy!
I could be tempted to get you Visions of Gerard though. Just to watch Pete's eyes roll. Or see if he's lurking here now.
Bwah-ha-ha! No, he's not lurking here. I'm pretty sure of it.
I still need to read The Crimson Petal and the White.
I like it lots.
And I am terribly wary, as well as morbidly fascinated, about the film version of 1407. I love Cusack, but it looks like they took the scariest story in the book, and fucked it right up.
I'm mildly interested, due to mainly positive reviews.
Here's the link to drunken Sam wonderfulness: [link]
OMG. I am CRYING. Stephen is looking at me like I'm insane.
"M-O-O-N that spells YOU SUCK." Bwah! And Dean's notes are priceless. Oh, I have to read that once a week, I think.
"Sam drool, 2006." BEAUTY.
Since I'm behind the curve, I would just like to reply to a comment way upthread: I suspect John Winchester would have no use whatsoever for Kerouac, and might indeed chuck the book across the room after reading two pages.
Heh.
"Dean, where's that book on weight and measure of gunpowder and ratio to bullet weight I gave you? Are you ready to reload all that brass in the trunk? Can you even sort the caliber without relying on the calipers? Jesus, boy, learn something useful."