Moderately lulz-y

I got a giggle this morning out of this article up on cracked.com, wherein they asked readers to send in Photoshopped versions of the inboxes of villains. I particularly like the Dalek one, and the one for John Locke of Lost.

Meanwhile, I shall note that I've been fairly quiet around here lately aside from book posts, but in general things are well. Work is good. Been working on adjusting my thyroid meds to improve my sleep; as a general Note to Self, I should remember that if I'm having trouble sleeping, chances are actually pretty damned high that my thyroid levels are off. *^_^*;; Last couple of nights I've slept better than I have in weeks. Let's see if I can keep that up, especially heading into surgery.

solarbird and I are hoping to go see the Lucy exhibit at the Science Center tomorrow afternoon, before it vanishes on the 8th. Most of the exhibit is apparently about the history of Ethopia and then you get to see the bones, but it sounds interesting in general. And I'd like to see the bones. For SCIENCE!

Tomorrow is also the day this month's Drollerie Blog Tour posts go up. So watch this space for that.

Sunday, there will be Jam.

And I have now purchased antonstrout's Deader Still, bringing the yearly tally of Books Purchased up to a scant seven. It would have been nine, but I couldn't actually find mdhenry's Road Trip of the Living Dead or Catherynne Valente's Palimpsest at Third Place. I shall have to punt to B&N for these!

Book Log #15: Succubus Dreams, by Richelle Mead

Here is my initial fangirly picoreview of this book: WAUGH! NOOOO! *sniffle*

Aheh. More than that I cannot say for fear of divulging spoilers. Let me say instead that as I have quite enjoyed the first two books of the Georgina Kincaid series, the events at the tail end of Book 3 are an emotional sucker-punch. And yet, I can't quibble with them much at all. A big theme of this book is the fact that in her existence as a succubus, Georgina does not grow or learn or change. She's forced to confront this in spades here, and moreover, to confront as well that change is sometimes extremely painful.

Which does of course generate massive conflict, and that in turn generates interesting plot fodder. So from a rational standpoint, I can totally see why the book ends the way it does, even if my inner fangirl is going WAUGH!

Meanwhile, there are other solid followups to things Mead has established previously in the series. We get a better look into how angels do things, as a group of angels comes to town to hook up with Georgina's friend Carter to investigate business they won't divulge to her--even as they ask her to put a mortal friend of theirs up in her apartment. And we get a very interesting plot thread involving Niphon, the imp who originally bought Georgina's soul, mysteriously hell-bent (aheh!) on making her life difficult. Why is only hinted at in the story, but that why is a big one, and clearly meant to lay down a framework for how the series in general will proceed.

Toss in a stunningly inept succubus Georgina must mentor, a flood of unwelcome Christmas trees, and a mention of a recently passed law that Seattle-based readers will certainly recognize, and all in all you get a solid entry in the ongoing series. Four stars.