Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think it was bad; it might have been Latin.

'Selfless'


We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good  

There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."


Beverly - May 04, 2004 10:10:31 am PDT #2619 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Oh, SO not fair. Jilli gets to read AND eat citrus herbed chicken. At Deb's. Curse this right-coastedness.


deborah grabien - May 04, 2004 10:21:07 am PDT #2620 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Bev, we'll see about sneaking you out here when Nilly's out here too. I foresee a raucous music-laden jamboree, er, I mean, a dignified literary cocktail party.


Katerina Bee - May 04, 2004 10:26:37 am PDT #2621 of 10002
Herding cats for fun

Mmmm.... citrus herb chicken with garlic. IJS.


Betsy HP - May 04, 2004 10:31:21 am PDT #2622 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Also, the whole dead thing? Very important. (re Jilli's vampire rant.)


Calli - May 04, 2004 10:40:03 am PDT #2623 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Also, the whole dead thing? Very important. (re Jilli's vampire rant.)

Also important re: citrus herb chicken.


deborah grabien - May 04, 2004 10:42:29 am PDT #2624 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Totally (re the vampires). Mine are certainly going to be dead (or formerly dead, now undead); the woman was one of the last victims of Elizabeth Bathory's pet henchwoman, and she herself turned her male companion in a grubby alley near the Bastille during the Terror.

They can NOT go out in sunlight. They don't eat cheeseburgers. They aren't cute. They also aren't stupid, because I have this idea that writers who offer up creatures who have successfully survived for the equivalent of five human lifetimes and are portrayed as dimwits? OUght to be nibbled to death by ducks.

edit: oh, and the chicken? Dead first, as well. Much easier to pluck that way.

double-edit: GINGER! Thank you for an intelligent, well-thought out Amazon review!


Ginger - May 04, 2004 10:47:31 am PDT #2625 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

You're welcome. I meant to do it long ago. At least at this point I could point people at the next one.


deborah grabien - May 04, 2004 10:51:48 am PDT #2626 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Hell, if the Amazon rankings are anything to go, the pre-order on "Famous Flower" is more active than "Weaver" is right now. Which, in fact, is just how it should be.


Typo Boy - May 04, 2004 10:56:07 am PDT #2627 of 10002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

"re-thinking" the standard mythology so they can go out in sunlight, don't have to drink blood, and can eat cheeseburgers means you are no longer writing about vampires

With you on the main points of the rant. But Bram Stoker's Dracula could in fact go out in sunlight; he just had no superpowers in daytime. Being caught by the first rays of sunrise or the last rays of sunset would however have been deadly to him. Also I think so would being out exactly at noon, but I don't remember that last for certain.

t /nitpick


deborah grabien - May 04, 2004 11:00:12 am PDT #2628 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Gar, where in Dracula do you remember him being out in sunlight? I'm trying to remember that part, and can't; all I'm coming up with, without referencing the book, is the part in London when (I think) Harker sees him, and says "it is the man himself - but he has grown young!", and I don't remember the actual encounter, or time of day during which it happened.

Of course, Dracula could also cross running water (the ship running ashore at Whitby with his coffin in it, setting him free on English soil, is one of my favourite bits of horror ever written), so apparently Stoker played with the mythos, as well.