Vampires 'R' Punny!

Someone on my f-list (most likely Dr. 'Can via RSS if memory serves) recently reviewed a book called Already Dead by Charlie Huston. This was a dark and gritty tale set in Manhattan that just happens to be about people who drink blood and have a severe allergy to the sun. Seriously.

This story could have been slightly reworked to have been totally not a supernatural undead bit of fiction and still been just as cool and worked just as well. This was a great little tale involving murder, mayhem, subcultures of subcultures, relationships of the familial and romantic types, depravity, sex, and people who are bugfuck crazy in any context. It was awesome. It just happens to be about vampires, almost as an afterthought. Despite being the central theme of the whole story, it really IS incidental. I make this point because I think all you people who run screaming from anything remotely vampire genre on the basis of goth culture and Anne Rice should read this book anyway.

It also has the bestest zombie pun EV-AR.

Speaking of goth-ish types, we had a visitor on Sunday. The little girl who lived in this house prior to our having bought it was in the neighborhood over the weekend visiting friends and wandering about. The shy little 12 year old that lived here? She's gone. She's been replaced with a teenager who wears a color scheme that I can only approve of, but hasn't yet learned that lots of black make-up doesn't work on anyone. Not even rock stars (really). She was wearing a very 80s belt. Black leather and pyramid studs. All she needed was a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor high tops or combat boots and she could have been any of the girls I hung out with in high school. I doubt she listens to The Ramones, The Cure, The Smiths, Agent Orange, Black Flag, Guadalcanal Diary, Suicidal Tendencies or any of the other old alternative/punk that we did though. She said something about graduating from high school next year. Now I feel all old and stuff. Her mother (the USAF Lt. Col.) and father (engineer) must be so proud of her.

On a more personal note, I think I hurt myself in class last night. My ankle is not right this morning. It wasn't right when I went to bed last night either, but it was only the beginning apparently, as I've gone from mild discomfort to pain over the course of the night. Generally, I would expect rest to make me feel better, which means I've probably done something significant. The injuries that take a while to show themselves and come on slowly once they do make me paranoid. There's no swelling or discoloration though, just pain if I put weight on it the wrong way (walking is mostly okay, but I don't think I could run right now).

Vampires 'R' Punny!

Someone on my f-list (most likely Dr. 'Can via RSS if memory serves) recently reviewed a book called Already Dead by Charlie Huston. This was a dark and gritty tale set in Manhattan that just happens to be about people who drink blood and have a severe allergy to the sun. Seriously.

This story could have been slightly reworked to have been totally not a supernatural undead bit of fiction and still been just as cool and worked just as well. This was a great little tale involving murder, mayhem, subcultures of subcultures, relationships of the familial and romantic types, depravity, sex, and people who are bugfuck crazy in any context. It was awesome. It just happens to be about vampires, almost as an afterthought. Despite being the central theme of the whole story, it really IS incidental. I make this point because I think all you people who run screaming from anything remotely vampire genre on the basis of goth culture and Anne Rice should read this book anyway.

It also has the bestest zombie pun EV-AR.

Speaking of goth-ish types, we had a visitor on Sunday. The little girl who lived in this house prior to our having bought it was in the neighborhood over the weekend visiting friends and wandering about. The shy little 12 year old that lived here? She's gone. She's been replaced with a teenager who wears a color scheme that I can only approve of, but hasn't yet learned that lots of black make-up doesn't work on anyone. Not even rock stars (really). She was wearing a very 80s belt. Black leather and pyramid studs. All she needed was a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor high tops or combat boots and she could have been any of the girls I hung out with in high school. I doubt she listens to The Ramones, The Cure, The Smiths, Agent Orange, Black Flag, Guadalcanal Diary, Suicidal Tendencies or any of the other old alternative/punk that we did though. She said something about graduating from high school next year. Now I feel all old and stuff. Her mother (the USAF Lt. Col.) and father (engineer) must be so proud of her.

On a more personal note, I think I hurt myself in class last night. My ankle is not right this morning. It wasn't right when I went to bed last night either, but it was only the beginning apparently, as I've gone from mild discomfort to pain over the course of the night. Generally, I would expect rest to make me feel better, which means I've probably done something significant. The injuries that take a while to show themselves and come on slowly once they do make me paranoid. There's no swelling or discoloration though, just pain if I put weight on it the wrong way (walking is mostly okay, but I don't think I could run right now).

Vampires 'R' Punny!

Someone on my f-list (most likely Dr. 'Can via RSS if memory serves) recently reviewed a book called Already Dead by Charlie Huston. This was a dark and gritty tale set in Manhattan that just happens to be about people who drink blood and have a severe allergy to the sun. Seriously.

This story could have been slightly reworked to have been totally not a supernatural undead bit of fiction and still been just as cool and worked just as well. This was a great little tale involving murder, mayhem, subcultures of subcultures, relationships of the familial and romantic types, depravity, sex, and people who are bugfuck crazy in any context. It was awesome. It just happens to be about vampires, almost as an afterthought. Despite being the central theme of the whole story, it really IS incidental. I make this point because I think all you people who run screaming from anything remotely vampire genre on the basis of goth culture and Anne Rice should read this book anyway.

It also has the bestest zombie pun EV-AR.

Speaking of goth-ish types, we had a visitor on Sunday. The little girl who lived in this house prior to our having bought it was in the neighborhood over the weekend visiting friends and wandering about. The shy little 12 year old that lived here? She's gone. She's been replaced with a teenager who wears a color scheme that I can only approve of, but hasn't yet learned that lots of black make-up doesn't work on anyone. Not even rock stars (really). She was wearing a very 80s belt. Black leather and pyramid studs. All she needed was a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor high tops or combat boots and she could have been any of the girls I hung out with in high school. I doubt she listens to The Ramones, The Cure, The Smiths, Agent Orange, Black Flag, Guadalcanal Diary, Suicidal Tendencies or any of the other old alternative/punk that we did though. She said something about graduating from high school next year. Now I feel all old and stuff. Her mother (the USAF Lt. Col.) and father (engineer) must be so proud of her.

On a more personal note, I think I hurt myself in class last night. My ankle is not right this morning. It wasn't right when I went to bed last night either, but it was only the beginning apparently, as I've gone from mild discomfort to pain over the course of the night. Generally, I would expect rest to make me feel better, which means I've probably done something significant. The injuries that take a while to show themselves and come on slowly once they do make me paranoid. There's no swelling or discoloration though, just pain if I put weight on it the wrong way (walking is mostly okay, but I don't think I could run right now).