Humor. My best friends can be serious and caring but if they don't have humor I can't really connect.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The Dresden Files: Fool Moon (Part 2)
In this part of my The Dresden Files: Fool Moon by Jim Butcher review I look at the romance between Harry Dresden and Karrin Murphy. I am so for that pairing it isn't even funny.
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Sushi, Sake, and Tanuki: Enslaved 2
Humans, I had found out, were smelly creatures that actually minded their scent. Bathing was done, for my kind, to be clean. Such as when my feathers in my raven form didn't allow me to fly as well or when my scent would alert predators where I was. But humans, such as my master Tamui, wanted to look good.
I had been washing Tamui for an hour and I was growing annoyed. If only I could have evaded my capture, my days would have been more interesting.
"Rig," Tamui finally said. "Dry me off."
Tamui got out of the pool and stood up. I dreaded this part because going close to Tamui's body wasn't something that I liked to do. He was fit, everyone had to be to survive, but he was my master. He was the one who controlled what my motions were. The special human that helped enslave me had made sure of it.
I shifted my arms into fur and started to dry him off. "You're doing it too fast." He reprimanded.
"Sorry, master." I said and tried to keep my voice as level as I could. Because my motion was now slower, Tamui relaxed more.
"How do you feel about women?" He asked.
"Human women? They are just creatures and hold no importance to me." Was my response. This seemed to make Tamui happy.
"There is a woman I am interested in. She treats me very well and I demand you keep an eye on her. Her name is Sajoki."
This was one of the worst things that had happened to me today. A creature, such as myself, shouldn't be bothered with petty things such as keeping track of another's future mate. But, of course, I had no choice in the matter. The shackles of my enslavement pulled me down.
The next few hours I listened to Tamui talk about how wonderful Sajoki was. Although most of what he talked about her had very little to do with her character. Luckily, things were cut short when hunting took place and I was happy because it was one of the few times that Tamui let me shift.
Turning into a large wolf I started to prowl for prey. Taking cues from the human hunters, I managed to get a decent amount of food for the camp. I enjoyed running and feeling free. It was only a fleeting, momentary thing as I knew that it wouldn't last. As long as Tamui was alive I would always be a slave to the humans.
I nearly drooled with the thought of his hand in my mouth. Of a painful death for him that could only be performed by me. But those were mere wishes, the strength to go against my enslavement seemed impossible to me right now.
Upon arrival back to the camp, Tamui forced me back into my human form and walked me over to a woman. "This is Sajoki, stay with her." And with that he went off.
I spent a few moments looking at her. She seemed, to me, to be attractive by human standards and I felt a flash of something in me. Was this what humans meant by the word love? This rush of blood slowly starting to leave my head?
"So, you're my protector." Sajoki said in a silky voice. That voice. That lovely voice made the feeling of love stronger. "Tamui should trust me more."
"I can make no statement against him." I replied.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Why can't you?"
"One special human put a spell over me and handed ownership over to Tamui. I can't help what I am now."
"I'm feeling tired, maybe you could protect me in the tent." Sajoki said and I had a feeling that she was talking about something other than my duties. Part of me wanted to explore my new urges but another part, small as it might be, didn't want to make Tamui angry. I followed her.
I had been washing Tamui for an hour and I was growing annoyed. If only I could have evaded my capture, my days would have been more interesting.
"Rig," Tamui finally said. "Dry me off."
Tamui got out of the pool and stood up. I dreaded this part because going close to Tamui's body wasn't something that I liked to do. He was fit, everyone had to be to survive, but he was my master. He was the one who controlled what my motions were. The special human that helped enslave me had made sure of it.
I shifted my arms into fur and started to dry him off. "You're doing it too fast." He reprimanded.
"Sorry, master." I said and tried to keep my voice as level as I could. Because my motion was now slower, Tamui relaxed more.
"How do you feel about women?" He asked.
"Human women? They are just creatures and hold no importance to me." Was my response. This seemed to make Tamui happy.
"There is a woman I am interested in. She treats me very well and I demand you keep an eye on her. Her name is Sajoki."
This was one of the worst things that had happened to me today. A creature, such as myself, shouldn't be bothered with petty things such as keeping track of another's future mate. But, of course, I had no choice in the matter. The shackles of my enslavement pulled me down.
The next few hours I listened to Tamui talk about how wonderful Sajoki was. Although most of what he talked about her had very little to do with her character. Luckily, things were cut short when hunting took place and I was happy because it was one of the few times that Tamui let me shift.
Turning into a large wolf I started to prowl for prey. Taking cues from the human hunters, I managed to get a decent amount of food for the camp. I enjoyed running and feeling free. It was only a fleeting, momentary thing as I knew that it wouldn't last. As long as Tamui was alive I would always be a slave to the humans.
I nearly drooled with the thought of his hand in my mouth. Of a painful death for him that could only be performed by me. But those were mere wishes, the strength to go against my enslavement seemed impossible to me right now.
Upon arrival back to the camp, Tamui forced me back into my human form and walked me over to a woman. "This is Sajoki, stay with her." And with that he went off.
I spent a few moments looking at her. She seemed, to me, to be attractive by human standards and I felt a flash of something in me. Was this what humans meant by the word love? This rush of blood slowly starting to leave my head?
"So, you're my protector." Sajoki said in a silky voice. That voice. That lovely voice made the feeling of love stronger. "Tamui should trust me more."
"I can make no statement against him." I replied.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Why can't you?"
"One special human put a spell over me and handed ownership over to Tamui. I can't help what I am now."
"I'm feeling tired, maybe you could protect me in the tent." Sajoki said and I had a feeling that she was talking about something other than my duties. Part of me wanted to explore my new urges but another part, small as it might be, didn't want to make Tamui angry. I followed her.
Pseudo-Silent Hill
Silent Hill is a great horror series (so far I've watched Let's Play of SH1, SH2, SH3, SH: The Room, and SH: Shattered Memories). For those that don't know, Silent Hill is a town where your fears come alive (or at least the fears of the people that you're playing as). It seems like a simple enough concept to do.
You need a character with a jaded past and then you place him in Silent Hill where the monsters reflect his/her inner demons and he learns from his/her experiences. But the comics in the Silent Hill Omnibus (no, Sinner's Reward isn't included and I still need to hunt that comic out) seem to not grasp what Silent Hill is.
What about the artwork? Some of it is a little odd but I'm not too picky about artwork in a comic. As long as it fits with the story and I can tell what's happening, I am fine. The artwork varied a lot. I know others might disagree with this: but it didn't bother me. With everything that was happening the artwork was the least of my concerns.
There were monsters in the Omnibus but none of the situations felt like Silent Hill. One big part of the Omnibus was the fact that Silent Hill was drawing people into the town so it could take over. Through the Omnibus the town called people to make videos of it, an artist to draw its monsters, and tried to make a killer of a man all to bring Silent Hill's terror to the world.
Before I end, I will say my favorite part of the Omnibus is when Cheryl (a Cheerleader Captain) says to Ike (the artist) that leaders have to make hard choices and then leaves him to die. That part made me laugh out loud. The story is "Paint It Black". That was probably the best story in the Omnibus. And by best, I mean so bad it's funny.
So, if you're a fan of Silent Hill, stay away from the Omnibus. Stay far FAR away!
You need a character with a jaded past and then you place him in Silent Hill where the monsters reflect his/her inner demons and he learns from his/her experiences. But the comics in the Silent Hill Omnibus (no, Sinner's Reward isn't included and I still need to hunt that comic out) seem to not grasp what Silent Hill is.
What about the artwork? Some of it is a little odd but I'm not too picky about artwork in a comic. As long as it fits with the story and I can tell what's happening, I am fine. The artwork varied a lot. I know others might disagree with this: but it didn't bother me. With everything that was happening the artwork was the least of my concerns.
There were monsters in the Omnibus but none of the situations felt like Silent Hill. One big part of the Omnibus was the fact that Silent Hill was drawing people into the town so it could take over. Through the Omnibus the town called people to make videos of it, an artist to draw its monsters, and tried to make a killer of a man all to bring Silent Hill's terror to the world.
Before I end, I will say my favorite part of the Omnibus is when Cheryl (a Cheerleader Captain) says to Ike (the artist) that leaders have to make hard choices and then leaves him to die. That part made me laugh out loud. The story is "Paint It Black". That was probably the best story in the Omnibus. And by best, I mean so bad it's funny.
So, if you're a fan of Silent Hill, stay away from the Omnibus. Stay far FAR away!
The Host Rant (Part 8)
In this part of my rant about The Host by Stephenie Meyer I look at Wanderer contradict herself, discuss my dismay at the fact that Jamie is the first person that she would die for, and a melodrama laced scene.
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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