Grr, and book squee
Dear person,
All right. Look. I realise you're probably homeless and desperate and possibly a little crazy, and that's terrible. I hope your life looks up really soon.
But can you please stop defecating in the middle of the pavement right outside my office EVERY SINGLE BLOODY MORNING? I know it's handily out of the way, but no really. Stoppit.
No love,
Me
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It feels weird not taking any photos today. I have of course forgotten to post the ones from yesterday... they are mostly of my cats anyway.
Lizzie found a book, presumably in a charity shop, which might just be the best book ever. It's called You Can Be The Stainless Steel Rat. It's a choose-your-own-adventure parody where you're trapped on a prison planet with Jim diGriz narrating your journey, giving you snarky instructions and laughing at you when you get into a loop of being beaten up, released, tricked and beaten up again. (They say you have a limited number of smoke bombs at the beginning, but no matter how many times you flip between pages 175 and 63 you never seem to run out. Funny, that.) The sane choices are always wrong - in fact none of the choices seem to lead anywhere good - and everyone wants to kill you, and did I mention omg it's the Stainless Steel Rat. It is my new favourite thing in the whole world.
And I want to reread the Stainless Steel Rat books. I so did want to be him when I first read them. I still kinda do, really. He's a snarky techy master criminal/sci-fi superhero (with, I will happily admit, distinct shades of Mary Sueism and an ego the size of Wales) and he saves the galaxy and becomes president and marries his arch-nemesis and travels in time and, according to the Wikipedia article, joins the circus. The CIRCUS. I haven't read that one...
I also want, almost more than life itself, for there to be Stainless Steel Rat/Vorkosigans crossover fic. Doesn't have to be slash, in fact I think slash would be a bit wrong. I just so want to see him and Miles bounce off each other. It would be seriously epic.
All right. Look. I realise you're probably homeless and desperate and possibly a little crazy, and that's terrible. I hope your life looks up really soon.
But can you please stop defecating in the middle of the pavement right outside my office EVERY SINGLE BLOODY MORNING? I know it's handily out of the way, but no really. Stoppit.
No love,
Me
***
It feels weird not taking any photos today. I have of course forgotten to post the ones from yesterday... they are mostly of my cats anyway.
Lizzie found a book, presumably in a charity shop, which might just be the best book ever. It's called You Can Be The Stainless Steel Rat. It's a choose-your-own-adventure parody where you're trapped on a prison planet with Jim diGriz narrating your journey, giving you snarky instructions and laughing at you when you get into a loop of being beaten up, released, tricked and beaten up again. (They say you have a limited number of smoke bombs at the beginning, but no matter how many times you flip between pages 175 and 63 you never seem to run out. Funny, that.) The sane choices are always wrong - in fact none of the choices seem to lead anywhere good - and everyone wants to kill you, and did I mention omg it's the Stainless Steel Rat. It is my new favourite thing in the whole world.
And I want to reread the Stainless Steel Rat books. I so did want to be him when I first read them. I still kinda do, really. He's a snarky techy master criminal/sci-fi superhero (with, I will happily admit, distinct shades of Mary Sueism and an ego the size of Wales) and he saves the galaxy and becomes president and marries his arch-nemesis and travels in time and, according to the Wikipedia article, joins the circus. The CIRCUS. I haven't read that one...
I also want, almost more than life itself, for there to be Stainless Steel Rat/Vorkosigans crossover fic. Doesn't have to be slash, in fact I think slash would be a bit wrong. I just so want to see him and Miles bounce off each other. It would be seriously epic.