In my quest to find an author whose books I can devour in the same way that I do Terry Pratchetts (his books are quite good, especially with ketchup), I have started Peter F. Hamiltons Reality Disfunction. His other two books that I have read, Pandoras Star and Judas Unchained, were fairly good and pulled off a few really cool sequences, so I was hoping for something similar.
I am a little over halfway through now and it is finally starting to get interesting. 600 pages in. It needs to pull of a seriously spectacular ending if I am to be convinced to buy the sequel.
Another thing: one of the main characters in the book is having sex with, and I am almost not kidding here, every single hot woman he comes into contact with. And the ones he doesn’t have sex with (so far as I have read) either wants to have sex with him or at least finds him really attractive. Now, this could possibly work, but usually it is just too easy. I will now paraphrase his latest encounter to demonstrate:
He was laying on his bed in the guest-room watching boring TV. Suddenly the door unlocks and the landlords hot young wife that, by the way, he met earlier, enters his room entirely uninvited.
Hot young wife: “I want to have sex with you”
Him: “why?”
Hot young wife: “Because I am hot and you are hot and I want to prevent you from having sex with my hot daughter”
Him: “OK”
Fade suggestively to black.
Usually I don’t mind sex in books but in this is getting a little ridiculous.
Because they are one and the same, sort of. My mailman, who is now my second favorite person in the world, delivered it to me yesterday. First impression: Sweet. Second impression: Sweet. Third impression? I will wait with that until I have played it a bit more, but I suspect that it might begin with the letter “S”.
Not even when I die. It’s true. But it might need some CPR from time to time. CPR, by the way, is short for Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation so don’t pretend I never tell you anything useful…
Today’s anecdote is about me. I recently found out that I am actually spending more money than I am making. Ignoring for at moment the fact that I am only procuring spending capital and not actually making money, this came as quite a disappointment to me.
The anecdotal part of this story and the part that is very telling to my way of dealing with money, is that my reaction to the said discovery was to immediately buy a butt-load of books on Bamazo, I mean Amazon…
I am so looking forward to getting them!
Bless me Internet-Deity, for I have sinned: It has been 25 days since my last posting to my blog… In the hopes of appeasing you I come bearing gifts in the form of a drawing of a goth girl.
This is not a goth girl
No, this design is not like the one I originally planned. It isn’t even a design I borrowed on my own. I got it from a pre-made design. I tweaked it to my liking, but that is about it. I don’t like doing it like this, but I also don’t have the energy to start hacking the K2 theme (which is what I would be doing) so this is how my site is going to look for a while.
I will probably continue to tweak for a while yet so if anything looks broken it is probably because I haven’t gotten around to fixing it yet.
Happy reading.
I couldn’t resist the title. Awesome title. Behind it hides a less amazing story: I actually quite liked the design of my time-in-exile blog and I want to see if I can do something similar here. In time, that is. Not right away. Don’t want to promise to much.
Finally got my new site up and running. I need to make some changes before I feel at home but that will come. I do wonder if I will ever get used to not being noir.dk anymore. I am kuro.dk now. It still means black but this time in japanese and I am not entirely sure that I like it as a name. It also doesn’t look as good as noir.dk… Oh well. No point worrying about it.
I also added my exiled posts. There aren’t that many of them because I didn’t like writing in that strange foreign place. Probably I will write a bit more now.
Probably.
Hello, my name is Kennet and I haven’t brushed my teeth for a week.
I wanted to follow up that statement with something funny, but it isn’t really. I got a wisdom tooth removed this last week and it is annoying me.
This is just until I figure out what fancy new domain name that I am going to move to that no-one will know how to spell when I pronounce it or pronounce when I spell it. It is not as easy as it sounds. You might think it is, but that is probably just because you are pronouncing it wrong.
One more call for alcohol so finish your wiskey or beer…
Or in other words it looks like I managed to sell my domain name for a not entirely unsignificant amount of money. This means that I will have to move my entire online identity someplace else, except, of course, my myspace profile, my linkedIn profile, my flickr gallery and my new and specially-made-for-the-occation blogger-blogspot-blog. You can find me there, until I find a new place to infest.
This message will self-destruct in a couple of days, along with the rest of the website.
Have a nice end.