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This has to be the most linked to entry on LJ right now. It is a delight for any of us who has been trapped on any form of public transit with someone whom The Spirit has moved to Testify. My personal hell: Stuck on the E Train under the East River with a train broken down in front of us and a pinstripe-suited african-american, gold-rim-spectacled gentleman delivering his gospel of hellfire, brimstone and perdition for all of us sinners and NO ESCAPE. The stuff he was telling us would happen to us if we did not repent was NOT WORSE than what was happening to us then and there. So it is with pleasure that I provide this link to Koaloaha's journal wherein an altogether satisfactory solution to this vexing problem is proffered.
Cat-Tharsis for Tuesday is in the hopper. It feels good to have that in the bag. I might even be able to get a bit ahead.
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kelloggs2066's 21st Century Fox has awakened within me a nostalgia for Gilbert and Sullivan, so I picked up a cheap Greatest Hits and have been pencilling and inking to it since.
I have dropped Pete Abrams' Sluggy Freelance from my links page on Cat-Tharsis. I stopped reading it a few weeks ago because Abrams has lost control of his universe. The cardinal sin: using a device for interdimensional travel as a Deus Ex Machina when your plot has become too confused for even you to follow. Robert Heinlein's career jumped the shark in precisely this same way with The Number Of The Beast, so I guess Abrams is in good company. Such devices are fine, in and of themselves, so long as respect is given to causality within the timelines they create.
This has to be the most linked to entry on LJ right now. It is a delight for any of us who has been trapped on any form of public transit with someone whom The Spirit has moved to Testify. My personal hell: Stuck on the E Train under the East River with a train broken down in front of us and a pinstripe-suited african-american, gold-rim-spectacled gentleman delivering his gospel of hellfire, brimstone and perdition for all of us sinners and NO ESCAPE. The stuff he was telling us would happen to us if we did not repent was NOT WORSE than what was happening to us then and there. So it is with pleasure that I provide this link to Koaloaha's journal wherein an altogether satisfactory solution to this vexing problem is proffered.
Cat-Tharsis for Tuesday is in the hopper. It feels good to have that in the bag. I might even be able to get a bit ahead.
kelloggs2066's 21st Century Fox has awakened within me a nostalgia for Gilbert and Sullivan, so I picked up a cheap Greatest Hits and have been pencilling and inking to it since.I have dropped Pete Abrams' Sluggy Freelance from my links page on Cat-Tharsis. I stopped reading it a few weeks ago because Abrams has lost control of his universe. The cardinal sin: using a device for interdimensional travel as a Deus Ex Machina when your plot has become too confused for even you to follow. Robert Heinlein's career jumped the shark in precisely this same way with The Number Of The Beast, so I guess Abrams is in good company. Such devices are fine, in and of themselves, so long as respect is given to causality within the timelines they create.
