That's how you know you're getting the real deal and not Hollywood 'Carbollah'. That shit aint meant to be easy.

That's an amazing set of books. +Rep for good book readingness.

I'm now reading Pride & Prejudice. Just to swoon at Mr. Darcy. :)

- Rexy

I'm reading something like that. Pride & Prejudice & Zombies. No really, it's real. Google it.

I meant that it was simply written in a complicated style that is difficult to follow. I wasn't speaking of its actual content.

I bought that for my brother this Christmas. There's also ninjas.

I've wanted to read that for ages, but I figured it would be better to read the original first. Is it any good?

Have you seen the similar book: Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters?

- Rexy

Am I the only person sick of Zombies being such a huge part of young adult counter culture?

I'm sick of vampires who sparkle.

- Rexy

I'm sick of the undead period.

Is that where, once a month, your vagina roams the earth sucking blood instead of the opposite?

I'm sure there's a Scifi original movie about that.


Excuse me, I meant ScyFy.

Thisthisthisthisthis

Zombies embody many human fears in a way few other things do.

Fear of disease.
Fear of betrayal.
Fear of severe injury.
Fear of being eaten.
Fear of decay.
Fear of death.
Fear of insanity.
Fear of social collapse.

Zombies enable people to deal with their anxiety over the end of civilisation.

You know as well as I do that this fad is only because zombies are 'cool'.

Zombies are just popular things to use in flims and games nowadays. There's really nothing to fear anymore.

Apart from ourselves and our fellow man.

And disease, betrayal, severe injury, being eaten, decay, death, insanity, and social collapse.

I just read a story that my nephew wrote in his second year at his old school. It was about a rabbit who fell on a barnacle and got killed on another barnacle. It was actually reasonably enjoyable.

Advise him to make a barnacle the hero of his next story. Kids these days write too few stories about barnacles.

I'll have him write the same story but from the barnacle's point of view. I'd be interested to see how well I could sympathise with a barnacle.

They have enormous penises, if that helps.

You're being too generous.

Look at that thing.

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/n...-penis_big.jpg

Does this make me a Shell-y?

Though of course, nothing compared to this. A fruit fly and one of its sperm.

http://www.abc.net.au/nature/sexinth.../ep2/gall3.jpg

EDIT: Dammit, I've actually become slightly aroused by the barnacle.

That not even a quarter extended.

Currently re-'reading' Should You Be Laughing At This? by Hugleikur Dagsson. They're a bit like Cyanide & Happiness cartoons condensed into a single frame.

I've been reading Brave New World lately, for the second time. One, it's fun to read if you're into futuristic utopias (and dystopias, for that matter). Two, it's what my thesis will be about, comparing it with We, written by Yevgeny Zamyatin. The latter is also good - if your liked BNW, you'll like this one too.

I love that book. Yes, I should be laughing at that.

*REMOVED FOR DECENCY DUE TO EVENTS, SORRY IF ANYBODY WAS OFFENDED*

Dammit. Couldn't find 'Did I say routine checkup? I meant murder.'

http://www.discopop.co.uk/blog/uploa...son-743511.jpg

Cormac McCarthy's stuff. I have a total fucking boner for the guy. Depressing books or no, they're still amazing.

I went to Borders the other day with the intention of buying The Road. I picked up a couple of books for Abbey, grabbed a favorite book of mine that I had lost at some point, and went to the counter to pay. When the lady told me my total, I handed her my H&R Block card that I got when I did my taxes. She looks at the card and asks to see my i.d. I politely tell her that the card doesn't have my name on it. It just says H&R Block Customer. She says that she still needs to see my i.d. So I say, "Okay. I'll be happy to show it to you, but tell me this, What do you intend to learn from it?"

She says, "Fine. Have it your way." At this point, I realize that I forgot to grab The Road. I take one look at the clerk's pinched, angry face, and realized that it would be best for me to just get it another time.

While you're at it, go ahead and pick up no country for old men. And child of god. And everything else he's ever written. Seriously.

Very nearly finished the second Earthsea book Tombs of Atuan and will start the next one tonight.

Star Wars: New Jedi Order: Star by Star. I like Star Wars books. I read two or three a week -- actually, I just finished my third of the week yesterday.

NJO was too fucking long. Also it built Jacen up then Dark Nest turned him into a loser.

What a coincidence! I had to read that for English recently. Actually, it was just over a week ago that I started school, and everyone else was on page 50 already. At least, they were supposed to be.

The teacher (haven't got her name yet :P) said we had to read page 110 by Monday, five days later, but I finished it on Sunday morning. Then we had to tell her predictions about what was going to happen in the end... uh-oh! I just made up some crap.

It's a pretty good book, actually.

Tell her what really happened and blow her mind.

I've just started to read Dick Francis' Under fire, he died recently and I just wanted to give him money that he can now never use :)

I read The Road yesterday. In it's entirety. It was very good.

Agatha Christies The Moving Finger. I wanted a Poirot book :(

I was in the second-hand bookshop my mother works in every Friday a week or two ago, and a guy came in with a Jamaican woman. He sees that my mother is reading a Dick Francis book, and goes on to say that he knew him quite well.

Apparently, this guy runs a Cayman Islands newspaper, and Dick Francis came to him once, asking to examine a printing press so he could describe it properly in his book. That's how they met; I don't know how close friends they were.

He could have been making it up, but I don't know why he would.


I'm reading The Penultimate Peril by Lemony Snicket aloud to my brother. To myself, I'm reading Guards! Guards!, although I haven't read any for a number of weeks.

I was thinking about Guards! Guards the other day, trying to remember the conversation Vimes had about the relative darkness of coffee. With... Sham Harga? I'm not sure.

That was Men at Arms, wasn't it? It was damn hilarious, though, whatever it was from.