Book 4, 28: Old Business

Breeder Noatar is so obviously Fang that I finally gave up on making it a secret at all. After all, Jim Butcher hardly ever makes the identity of the big bads in the Dresden Files a secret, and his books work just fine.

Science!

Book 4, 27: Lustration

I went looking for images of Aurora undergoing lustration, but most of them were kind of NSFW. What is it about visual artists that makes them such a lustrated lot?

Book 4, 26: To Trouble

The libraries are closed today, because it's Remembrance Day. Even the UBC webcatalogue server is down. Nice work, bastion of scholarship!

Anyway, I used to be into Remembrance Day, back before it was cool. This year, I just sat at home and got ahead on my writing.

And put together a tribute to one of the scarier villains to come out of the obscure and excessive flood of science fiction and fantasy literature of my youth, whose like we will not see again, unless this country gets its family policy in order.

Book 4, 25: Short Cut

That's the part that everyone brings up. I probably shouldn't have brought up the other bit, "the part with the chainsaw," because now you're going to look it up and have nightmares. So, just to make me feel better, can we say that at least I warned you?

Book 4, 24, Heist

I had some difficulties finding my source material. Turns out that I'm thinking of Mario Kart courses, not Lego Racers. I should probably have paid more attention when I was playing them, but in my defence I found them a bit realistic. They don't have Ba-Bombs in the Indinapolis 500, do they? You'd think that if they'd let those speed-addled (and no, I don't meant that they drive fast) lunatics have bombs, they'd let us commuters have homing, streetbound anti-vehicle mines, they'd let commuters have them, too. Only fair, right?  

Also the gold coins. No-one leaves gold coins on my route home from work. (That's Number 2 Road to the foot of Granville to Adera to Arbutus, gold coin dudes.)