I really wish someone would click on it! The writing in the blurb alone is just so bad, and it's both so nakedly fanficcy and so deeply unfamiliar with, like, ANY vampire or Slayer lore. And it totally reads like some 13-year-old fan's attempt to paper over a bunch of gaping plotholes and make it all make sense. If the subject weren't such a nightmare himself, it would be almost adorable, it's so earnest fantasy-reading middle-schooler *obvious*.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I clicked it and am insulted on behalf of fanfic.
I clicked it and am insulted on behalf of fanfic.
THANK YOU.
Timelies all!
Not clicking on the awful fanfic. Life is too short to read bad fic.
JZ, I don't know when you turned into a chaos agent. I did not read the fic itself, but I read the description. It is some of the worst writing I've ever seen. Witness:
The wall he is so passionate about is to stop vampires from getting in and going out. He would kill and hunt down every last one and rid the country of the abomination.
This is my "Donald Trump vampire slayer: He'll fight to save you (Unhinged Book 1)" head-canon: Barron Trump wrote it, and "K.M. Stewart" is a shared pen name for Trump's kids, who have been very busy on their "Virus Z" book series, of which there are currently six volumes. It is, of course, a Zombie Apocalypse series, and it's a vaccine that kicks off said apocalypse. [link]
Now I need to go inject some bleach.
The only things I want to read about Twitler for the rest of my life are indictment news and obituaries.
I clicked and I’m not even sorry. That description is so badly written it lessens the awfulness of the subject matter. Wow.
Small towns! Brendon was bummed because he has been putting in mileage every day but the weather has been nasty and rainy. There is a local tiny gym in Old Forge so he called the number. They are closed, but the owner answered the phone, said he was out of town but to text him when he was there and he would let him know how to get in and use the equipment. Doesn't know him. Never been there. Guess I'll have to get a summer membership next year. Talk about goodwill.
Pixie accomplished! I feel so much lighter. Now I have a pile of headbands, barrettes, and hair elastics to find a home for.
(In other news I'm trying to make the de-DRM process for Calibre work and I can't find the old version of Kindle for Mac I need. Bah.)