Wednesday Blog of Awesome--Stuff!

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I natter on about "Dresden Files", "Harry Potter", a jerk in my bio class, and then I get distracted by the pretty that is Radcakes.

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SPOILERS FOR DRESDEN FILES #7: DEAD BEAT!

[leaper182.livejournal.com]

I can't quote the entirety of Dead Beat, because well, copyright, as well as the fact that LJ doesn't allow comments that long.

So! Highlights!

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I didn't know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.

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Here's something else I bet you didn't know about Tyrannosaurs: they don't corner well. The first time I tried to take a left, Sue swung wide, the enormous momentum of her body simply too much for even her muscles to lightly command. She swung up onto the sidewalk, crushed three parked cars under her feet, knocked over two light poles, kicked a compact car end over end to land on its roof, and broke every window on the first two floors of the building beside us as her tail lashed back and forth in an effort to counterbalance her body.

"Oh, my God!" Butters screamed. He kept hanging on to me with his arms, stabbing his legs out alternately to either side in order to operate the bass drum strapped on his back.

"They're probably insured!" I shouted.

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Just before we turned onto Lake Shore Drive we hit a National Guard checkpoint. There were a couple of army Hummers there, their headlights casting useless cones of light into the night and storm, wooden roadblocks, and two luckless GIs in rain ponchos. As Sue bore down on them, the two men stared, their faces white. One of them simply dropped his assault rifle from numb hands.

"Get out of the way, fools!" I screamed.

The two men dove for cover. Sue's foot crashed down onto the hood of one Hummer, crushing it to the asphalt, and then we were past the checkpoint and pounding our way down the street toward Evanston.

"Heh," I said, looking back over my shoulder. "I'd love to hear how they explain that to their CO."

"You crushed that truck!" Butters shouted. "You're like a human wrecking ball!" There was a thoughtful pause, and then he said, "Hey, are we going anywhere near my boss's place? Because he just won't shut up about his new Jaguar."

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There's a reason why Dead Beat is my favorite. :D

Unfortunately for you, it's the seventh book in the series.

Also? The dude playing the polka music? Is Butters the ME from the TV show. Well, he was in the books first, but you know what I mean.

Re: SPOILERS FOR DRESDEN FILES #7: DEAD BEAT!

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

Why must I wait for book 7? WHY?

I'm gonna go send Jim Butcher the sloppiest love note EVER.

Re: SPOILERS FOR DRESDEN FILES #7: DEAD BEAT!

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

I'm just gonna draw hearts ALL OVER THIS.

Re: SPOILERS FOR DRESDEN FILES #7: DEAD BEAT!

[leaper182.livejournal.com]

I'd be tempted to do it to my copy, but books need to be treated with respect. *^^*

Re: SPOILERS FOR DRESDEN FILES #7: DEAD BEAT!

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

AGREED.

My copy of "Fool Moon" is in ridiculously good shape for being second-hand. Like, "Oh, neat, book everyone reads! Done now!" sort of second hand.

I look forward to snapping the spine.

[lasergirl.livejournal.com]

1. GREAT HAIR!!!
2. Dresden Files books are AWESOME. Not as well-written as I would have liked, but still fucking charming.
3. Yes, husband, we *can* hear you. ♥

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

1. Thank you! I looked like an action hero today [black hair, black tank, jeans, running shoes]. It was AWESOME.

2. They are intensely charming, aren't they? I am rather fond of the general hard-boiled detective style, so even if a bit of phrasing makes me flinch a little, I accept it pretty much straight away.

3. He is a DORK, I tell you. A huge DORK. Which is, pretty much, why I married him.