"Mem., under what circumstances would I not avoid the pit of hell?"
There were a lot of truly awesome moments this weekend, but my favourite was this conversation that took place in Barnes & Noble -
[I come around the corner holding a book I did not have the last time Kat saw me]
Kat: What do you...what do you have in your hands? Put that down. Go put that back on the shelf. You do not need another copy of Dracula.
Me: [holding out the book, somehow feeling both cowed and smug] It's Dracula's Guest...and other stories. I've never read anything in this book before. I NEED it.
At least some of you have already heard me whine about how no adaptation of Dracula ever gets the scenes in Dracula's castle right, the way Jonathan knows that Dracula is a vampire, and Dracula knows that Jonathan knows, and Jonathan knows that Dracula knows that Jonathan knows, but they're both keeping up the facade of cordial host/grateful guest and it's SO EFFING TENSE AND CREEPY.
It dawned (heh...) on me about halfway through the scene in Fright Night where Jerry the Vampire asks Charlie the Protagonist to borrow a six-pack that this was that scene. So that's reason #42 to go see the movie (I would add "if you haven't already," but I know that's unnecessary, because no one has seen it).
Some day, I'm going to have an office in a building of academia, and in that office will be an entire shelf devoted to kitchy Dracula crap. It's going to be *glorious*.
And, unrelated to Dracula* and in case you haven't already heard me mention it, the video on this page proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman rock the collective socks of the world.
* Except insomuch as the gentleman in question wrote the introduction to one of my copies.
[I come around the corner holding a book I did not have the last time Kat saw me]
Kat: What do you...what do you have in your hands? Put that down. Go put that back on the shelf. You do not need another copy of Dracula.
Me: [holding out the book, somehow feeling both cowed and smug] It's Dracula's Guest...and other stories. I've never read anything in this book before. I NEED it.
At least some of you have already heard me whine about how no adaptation of Dracula ever gets the scenes in Dracula's castle right, the way Jonathan knows that Dracula is a vampire, and Dracula knows that Jonathan knows, and Jonathan knows that Dracula knows that Jonathan knows, but they're both keeping up the facade of cordial host/grateful guest and it's SO EFFING TENSE AND CREEPY.
It dawned (heh...) on me about halfway through the scene in Fright Night where Jerry the Vampire asks Charlie the Protagonist to borrow a six-pack that this was that scene. So that's reason #42 to go see the movie (I would add "if you haven't already," but I know that's unnecessary, because no one has seen it).
Some day, I'm going to have an office in a building of academia, and in that office will be an entire shelf devoted to kitchy Dracula crap. It's going to be *glorious*.
And, unrelated to Dracula* and in case you haven't already heard me mention it, the video on this page proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman rock the collective socks of the world.
* Except insomuch as the gentleman in question wrote the introduction to one of my copies.