Aimless

My feet hurt. Not complaining or anything, but ouch.

My allergies are trying to start up again. I spent most of today praying I didn't have snot running down my face, and paranoid about it to the point of ridiculous. I kept blowing my nose and rubbing my nose and checking my nose. Now my nose is raw.

I deserve it.

I heard this song on the radio today. I'd never heard of Josh Thompson before, but I love this song, probably because it's unrepentant in it's redneck, militant, simple-man philosophy. Or maybe because any song that references god, guns, John Wayne, Johnny Cash and fried foods in a scant four minutes and thrity-four seconds is made of pure triumph.

Helped out a girl today. She was in a wheelchair. Skinny little redhead, maybe twenty or so. She was shoehorned into a skintight miniskirt and low-cut shirt and she had a killer rack with a light sprinkling of freckles in her cleavage. Is it wrong to think that a crippled girl is hawt? 'Cause I wanna say no...

It's well-known on the interwebz that most book, movie, and TV series fan fiction is written by women. Mostly shippers who want to write about the various romances between characters they see as their dream couples that may or may not be canonical. Well, I don't write fan fic, and I probably never would, but there is actually some surprisingly good stuff on FanFiction.net.

I've spent the last two weeks reading a crapload of Firefly fanfic, some of which is quite good. The shippers tend to love the River/Jayne relationship, which they refer to as Rayne. You know, I think I approve. Only one fella in the 'verse could handle River, and it's Jayne Cobb. At any rate, it's the only non-squicky shipping I wanna think about, since the Mal/Simon, Jayne/Simon, Inara/Jayne, and Simon/River shipping is just wrong.

Of all of the Firefly fanfic, this one is the best. Peptuck is a solid writer, and his vision for the show is dead on. Read if you're a fan.

Monster Hunter Vendetta. The sequel to the very cool Monster Hunter International, MHV is Larry Corriea's new book, just released by Baen Books. If you like monsters, mayhem, action, adventure, strange doin's, magic, and guys who make money on all of the above, these books are for you.

Larry is a local boy; a Mormon accountant and former merchant of death (machinegun-dealer and firearms instructor) turned novelist. He really is the anti-Stephanie Meyer. The only vampires that sparkle in his books are the ones that are on fire. His blog is super-fantastic as well. It's in my sidebar, for alla you who want to read some funny stuff now and again. His weekly serial, Adventures of Tom Stranger, Interdimensional Insurance Agent is most entertaining.

The English are a society of whiny girly-boys these days. Well, not all of them; some of them are Royal Marines. But the rest...

No particular reason for sayin', although I've noticed the trend. The best example I have right now is a book I read yesterday by a British author who shall remain anonymous. The book was about a sixteen year old British kid surviving a death plague that kills nearly 90% of the earth's population and leaves the survivors in an every-man-for-himself state of being. Man, I've never read such a load of wussified, dumbed-down, boring garbage. The main character in the book was a cowardly, soulless, mincing little turd with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and you could tell that the writer was writing himself into the role and that he thought this was how a person ought to be, which makes him and his book extra annoying. How do you screw up a post-apocalyptic world full of gunfights, cannibals, super-flus, civil wars, plane crashes, and busted teeth? By being a sissy-boy British author, that's how. You can't find a testicle in England anymore. I blame the Femininazi's of course.

I need to watch The Wolfman. I love the classic old Universal monsters, and I'll take the remakes as long as they're good. Not diggin' Benecio del Toro these days though, on account of his being a low down dirty Castro and Chavez-loving commie. But what else can you expect out'a Hollywood these days?

That's all I got. Back to y'all.