Laurell K. Hamilton. [02 Nov 2009|09:14pm] jacks_piranhas Ok, Laurell K. Hamilton. You have finally done it. You have finally made me close your book, and put it down, not to be picked up again. The last good book in your Anita Blake series was Obsidian Butterfly. Why? Because at that point, the story was still about a kick ass chick who reamed asshole bad guys for a living. A supernatural kick ass chick, who was effing powerful, and thus prevailed when shit hit the fan. It was about witticisms with equally cool characters (EDWARD) and social commentary delivered in nice, pretty, supernatural packaging. It was fantasy in the way of scifi. The book I had to put down was Incubus Dreams. I almost didn't even pick it up, what for the title. I should have known. Hell, I kind of did. But I thought, what the hell, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. All I want to do now is give her the evil eyebrow and say you're really, really dumb for ruining such a wonderful series. Now all the story is about is sex. Fucking. Left, right, with two, three partners. Fucking or having 'flashbacks' of fucking. Fighting the 'hunger' to fuck or to kill or to drink blood. It has to be one of the three. Fuck this pathetic, abused, submissive (terrrrrible) character you feel more motherly towards than lusty, or he dies. OR HE SUFFERS BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND WANTS TO FUCK. But you feel motherly, so you don't want to. But if you don't, he still suffers, so to be a good motherly protector, you feel inclined to fuck him. A good, motherly fucking. WHAT THE FUCK, HAMILTON. What happened to the chick that wore sheathed knives on both wrists and a blade longer than her forearm down her back? Who wore two hand guns at all times and kept an Uzi in the wheel well of her car? That raised motherfucking zombies? That picked fights? Took shit from no one? Begrudgingly accepted life lessons, in the way of friends dying or almost dying, or saving friends, or saving some friends but not the others? There aren't any life lessons in fucking a submissive child-man. At least, none for the reader that started out with the original Anita Blake. I could handle the shift towards sex, in the beginning. Anita Blake was a prude, and I don't like close-mindedness, so for her to be uncomfortable because of sexy situations was ok for a while. For a while. Then that became all there was. And it got to be bad writing. Bad plot. Bad characters. I really hate Nathaniel. "Oh, fuck him, Anita. Fuck him to save him. Be his slut so he's happy. Compromise yourself so he can get his rocks off. Even if you don't like him that way. Who needs love? Just fuck him." I say again. WHAT THE FUCK, HAMILTON. I'm so disappointed. I'm disappointed enough to be angry. I'm not a rude person generally, but I really want to just smack you in the face right now. For letting me down as a reader. Not just me either, but Anita fucking Blake. You took a hard core, ballsy, bad ass, brazen heroine and made her a sniveling porn star. I'm taking this book and I'm returning it. I'm going to tell my friends who haven't read as far as me to not bother. I'm going to pretend I didn't read anything after Obsidian Butterfly. I'm going to hang on to that good feeling I had after finishing that book - when I was under the impression that all the characters were strong ones and that I still liked any of them. Epic fail, Hamilton. Epic fail. post comment

Fox rant. [02 Nov 2009|12:06am] jacks_piranhas The Fox Network needs to be wiped out of existence. Eff you, Fox. Eff you for cutting shows that are cool. You effing cut Family Guy. You cut Firefly. You cut The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Granted, it got kinda lame mid second season, but it got way cool again. And we never got a change to see if Cameron the cyborg could actually bone. (We were all rooting for her.) So eff you. You really suck. You ruin television. I want to punch you in the teeth. Fucking Fox. 1 comment|post comment

Raspberry. [31 Oct 2009|11:29pm] jacks_piranhas This Halloween was a dud. Dressed up, even decorated my house (read front walk and door) and got just 2 groups of trick-or-treaters, both of which Wesley gave candy to because I was busy getting my costume makeup on after my shower. I spent the afternoon washing and waxing my filthy ass truck, so I needed a shower. Which meant that I missed the kids I was dressing up for in the first place. Which means that my efforts were in vain. I did have fun carving our pumpkins. But. Goddamnit. We watched Nightmare Before Christmas, then some TV on DVD. Now it's 1130 and Wesley needs to go to bed because he has work tomorrow morning balls ass early. And then he's climbing afterwards with a coworker. So I'm going to be by myself all goddamn day. I am getting tired of that. No wonder I over sleep (recently). I just don't care to get up. There isn't anything exciting that compels me to do so. That sounds a bit dramatic, but it's true. At least currently. At least this weekend gives me a righteous picture for my ( desktop ). 2 comments|post comment

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