Star Wars and brief Discworld
So I bought Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchet and borrowed Vision of the Future by Timothy Zahn from Paul and noticed something. I have long been head-over-heels for both Vimes and Vetinari, and relatively recently also in love with both Pellaeon and Thrawn. And this morning I realized that they play the same roles in the books- Vimes and Pellaeon, and Vetinari and Thrawn. The genius rulers, always managing to pull something completely random out of a sleeve you didn't even know was there and turn everyone on their heads, knowing *exactly* where everyone's buttons are, at the center of the web and pulling the tangled strings that manipulate their worlds. I love them for their pure cold-bloodedness and then, in their rare moments of weakness, I love them all the more. And then there are their "terriers," who are never quite sure precisely where they stand with their respective employers but are still so loyal. Yes, I know that their authors created Vimes and Pellaeon to be liked- Vimes is the protagonist rather than Carrot because he is more likeable, he is more flawed and human and you can't relate to Carrot, really, and anyway the world through Carrot's eyes is boring. And Pellaeon is there as a contrast to Thrawn- the Watson to his Holmes, so to speak, the ordinary human who is there to tell the story of the genius.
Pellaeon breaks my heart, like all the time, and he needs a hug. I want to give him one and then I want to go and KILL Disra and Tierce and Flim for hurting him, how DARE they, those Houjis. And Karrde is yay, but then he's all like "Car'das is evil" and I'm like "Dude, just be grateful that I love you and your roguishness so much because it is the only reason I am not killing you for insulting my George Jorj." Of course, I haven't gotten to see my dear Car'das in this book yet, so perhaps he really is as ruthless as Karrde suggests, but I'm sure that the boy I knew in Outbound Flight cannot have changed so much. Oh, I love Outbound Flight because it let me love my evil characters, and I do so love my evil characters. Sweet Mitth'rawn'uruodo who is so young, and has a brother Mitthrassafis who is also wonderful, Jorj Car'das, and even Doriana the evil double agent manages to burrow his way into my heart. I still pronounce Karrde (Card) as if it's Spanish, because anyone with a trill in their name gets EIGHTY COOL POINTS. I also think that Shada (whose name always throws me crazy off, because Shada is the name of one of the concultures/conlangs Paul and I came up with) should go back to Mazzic, because Mazzic! Also Lando and Han and even Karrde to some extent need to stop being so respectable, because respectable is BORING. Wedge is kinda cute, too, even if I tend more toward the uniform of the navy than the air force. Still, he's a flyboy, and I have a very small tender spot for flyboys. (Not to mention he occasionally carries some attributes of a siamese cat in my head.) Also Karrde has a catgirl, H'sishi, I don't care if other authors say she's not a catgirl, she's a catgirl and there's nothing you can do about it.
And Pellaeon's first name is "Gilad," and that's a Hebrew name- I think it means "eternal joy," and that makes me very very happy. I won't mention that to Paul, because he'll say I'm wrong, but I know I'm right.
Eema made me go to bed last night though just when I was about to find out what happened to Colonel Vermel, whom I love and was desperate over his fate, and so she came in just as I was crying "No, Vermel, Vermel, please survive, dammit," which is not polite, and then she made me go to sleep and I dreamt that I was having an Indian wedding and then one of the servants unraveled ALL MY KNITTING, ALL OF IT, and I woke up and was like, "AAHH" and had to run and make sure it was still there.
I have to go now, but hey, first journal entry in a long while, even if it is friends-locked. (I actually just don't want Paul reading my opinion of Star Wars books and certain characters, because he will want to talk to me about them.) It is in honor of my wireless keyboard WORKING AGAIN, because I have been WITHOUT KEYBOARD for WEEKS because my laptop doesn't like to recognize other keyboards and every day that I haven't been able to type I have died a little. But now I'm back.
Goodbye.
Pellaeon breaks my heart, like all the time, and he needs a hug. I want to give him one and then I want to go and KILL Disra and Tierce and Flim for hurting him, how DARE they, those Houjis. And Karrde is yay, but then he's all like "Car'das is evil" and I'm like "Dude, just be grateful that I love you and your roguishness so much because it is the only reason I am not killing you for insulting my George Jorj." Of course, I haven't gotten to see my dear Car'das in this book yet, so perhaps he really is as ruthless as Karrde suggests, but I'm sure that the boy I knew in Outbound Flight cannot have changed so much. Oh, I love Outbound Flight because it let me love my evil characters, and I do so love my evil characters. Sweet Mitth'rawn'uruodo who is so young, and has a brother Mitthrassafis who is also wonderful, Jorj Car'das, and even Doriana the evil double agent manages to burrow his way into my heart. I still pronounce Karrde (Card) as if it's Spanish, because anyone with a trill in their name gets EIGHTY COOL POINTS. I also think that Shada (whose name always throws me crazy off, because Shada is the name of one of the concultures/conlangs Paul and I came up with) should go back to Mazzic, because Mazzic! Also Lando and Han and even Karrde to some extent need to stop being so respectable, because respectable is BORING. Wedge is kinda cute, too, even if I tend more toward the uniform of the navy than the air force. Still, he's a flyboy, and I have a very small tender spot for flyboys. (Not to mention he occasionally carries some attributes of a siamese cat in my head.) Also Karrde has a catgirl, H'sishi, I don't care if other authors say she's not a catgirl, she's a catgirl and there's nothing you can do about it.
And Pellaeon's first name is "Gilad," and that's a Hebrew name- I think it means "eternal joy," and that makes me very very happy. I won't mention that to Paul, because he'll say I'm wrong, but I know I'm right.
Eema made me go to bed last night though just when I was about to find out what happened to Colonel Vermel, whom I love and was desperate over his fate, and so she came in just as I was crying "No, Vermel, Vermel, please survive, dammit," which is not polite, and then she made me go to sleep and I dreamt that I was having an Indian wedding and then one of the servants unraveled ALL MY KNITTING, ALL OF IT, and I woke up and was like, "AAHH" and had to run and make sure it was still there.
I have to go now, but hey, first journal entry in a long while, even if it is friends-locked. (I actually just don't want Paul reading my opinion of Star Wars books and certain characters, because he will want to talk to me about them.) It is in honor of my wireless keyboard WORKING AGAIN, because I have been WITHOUT KEYBOARD for WEEKS because my laptop doesn't like to recognize other keyboards and every day that I haven't been able to type I have died a little. But now I'm back.
Goodbye.