I wrote something really fast for fun. Here it is:
At the Crack of Too Damn Early
Some ugly techno devilry is going off. What the Hell? It's too dark and I'm too poorly rested to make sense of anything. If bad techno was the sound a midnight assassin makes, then I'd be dead already.
The cell. It's the cellphone. It wants to warn me of something. But why? Oh yeah. Fuck. People are going to have to die for this. Who gets woken this early? Nothing important has ever happened before noon. If I start killing though-- and believe me, I wish there was a better way-- I'd be out of eight bucks an hour. Eight whole bucks an hour.
The Job. That old thing.
Five o'clock, the phone says. My alarm clock says that it's four fifty-eight in the morning, though I haven't set that for today since I'll just have to reset it later anyways. But that's all nonsense.
I find myself brushing my teeth. Something is amiss. Then I realize that I've put my face gel on my toothbrush and, in time, I'd probably put my toothpaste on my face. Ugh. It really is that damn early for anything other than sleeping. And weeping, which is what I find myself doing in the bathtub, next.
After I dry out, I slap on some clothes (on the first try) and go into the living room/kitchen only to find my roommates, the Twins, awake and eating pizza. Strange and eldritch pizza long lost by the the nations of Men. Even if I was fully awake, I'd be confused.
The Two That Are One just eye balled me, like "Of course, we're awake at Fuck O'Clock and of course you are here, as well."
One of the Two grinned, "Hello, James."
"Hey," is what I thougt I said, but it really came out as more of an angry grumble. "I'm gonna make a coffee." More grumbling.
They didn't let on that I wasn't speaking English, or any language. Everything in this meeting seemed to be fortold, as if they could only watch Fate unwind before them. Or maybe they just cute Americanism that they weren't familiar with.
The coffee brewed, I filled my Starbucks bulletproof mug up with the stuff and headed for the door. I looked back, they were munching on their pizza. One nodded. I shook my head. Then the other one spoke.
"Would you like some pizza?"
I had some coffee in me, but it wasn't entirely caught up with my brain. "Nah. . . good. . . go to work. Now." I opened the door and spilled out in the hateful pre-dawn cold and thought that at least I was better off than the poor dumb bastard opening a coffee shop in Russia.
So before christmas my wife and I ended up at Half Price Books to look for a few gifts for family.
While there I spotted A Game of Thrones, having read a few people here highly reccomend it I grabbed it. I am in the middle of something else, but didn't have that something else on hand so started reading A Game of Thrones, just reading the prologue it really started to pull me in. Now I keep debating whether I should finish my other book or just keep going through this one.
I just finished up Iron Council by Mieville and again I am just taken aback by his ability to make absolutely batshit things seem normal and familiar. Perdido Street Station was a very enjoyable read and though whoever told me it was quite longwinded (orik?) was right on the money in that regard I could not put it down once I was a ways into it. Iron Council was like that but better with an ending that had me reeling.
I recommend his stuff very much if people are looking for very very wierd and engaging fiction.
I just finished The Men Who Stare at Goats tonight at work. This book was not that good. I should have just watched the Google Video of it again and called it a day. I put this book down feeling no more enlightened than I was before and no more educated than I was before. Except that I'm ten bucks poorer. Oh well. Live and learn.
Don't bother with Ulysses. I've tried twice. I got about twenty pages in over a week last time. It's not that it's dense or complex, his irrational hatred for punctuation just makes it impossible to figure out what he's trying to say.
Don't bother with Ulysses. I've tried twice. I got about twenty pages in over a week last time. It's not that it's dense or complex, his irrational hatred for punctuation just makes it impossible to figure out what he's trying to say.
Uhmmmm...you do realize who you're saying all this to, right? Have you somehow managed to miss who PI's favorite author is?
I'm virtually certain that he won't have any trouble at all with Ulysses.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
I just finished reading World War Z (awesome) and The Diamond Age (FUCKawesome, if confusing, seriously what was the deal with the Drummers) and rereading Snow Crash, Cryptonomicon, and a fucking ton of Discworld books
Now I need a couple more sci-fi/steampunk books to pick up while I go get lunch (I know I've asked this before but I keep forgetting the good ones)
I was thinking I'd read Perdido Street Station again, but I need more ideas than that I think
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Splendid.
While there I spotted A Game of Thrones, having read a few people here highly reccomend it I grabbed it. I am in the middle of something else, but didn't have that something else on hand so started reading A Game of Thrones, just reading the prologue it really started to pull me in. Now I keep debating whether I should finish my other book or just keep going through this one.
it's pretty good so far
Have you gotten to the title story yet?
There is a reason it's the title story.
The whole thing was great.
I recommend his stuff very much if people are looking for very very wierd and engaging fiction.
I'm about a hundred pages into both, but I need to pick one
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Good move or no?
How about a good book?
Oh snap.
listen you fucks, are there any good philosophy books you enjoy?
or perhaps books about psychology?
i love me that psychology, man
Read some Jung, get the best of both worlds.
Man, psychology is my major. If I read anymore about that stuff I'd probably go psychotic and start murdering people.
the movie isn't really a direct adaptation
it's more a depiction of burroughs' process of writing the book, with various scenes from it peppered throughout
that said, the book is good for what it is
I don't think that's crazy as much as just dumb
Because the guy definately has a particular philosophy
Just a really stupid one
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Good job. I'm ordering No Country soon.
I find it interesting that there is debate over the greatest one thing in any medium: books, movies, games, paintings, plays, what have you.
Except. Everyone already knows what the best comic strip of all time is. Calvin and Hobbes.
I just finished The Men Who Stare at Goats tonight at work. This book was not that good. I should have just watched the Google Video of it again and called it a day. I put this book down feeling no more enlightened than I was before and no more educated than I was before. Except that I'm ten bucks poorer. Oh well. Live and learn.
On to James Joyce.
Don't bother with Ulysses. I've tried twice. I got about twenty pages in over a week last time. It's not that it's dense or complex, his irrational hatred for punctuation just makes it impossible to figure out what he's trying to say.
I haven't read anything else.
I'm virtually certain that he won't have any trouble at all with Ulysses.
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Oh man... That book melts brains.
Nice try I put in earplugs before reading that.
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yeah I do that one sometimes on Friday nights
Even the characters I am supposed to dislike like Tyrion and Theon are still awesome and I wanna see what happens to them.
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Now I need a couple more sci-fi/steampunk books to pick up while I go get lunch (I know I've asked this before but I keep forgetting the good ones)
I was thinking I'd read Perdido Street Station again, but I need more ideas than that I think