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O.G.T.
Yes, I am an O.G.T. I admit it. That’s an Old Gangsta Tool for the unitiated. When I first became interested in rock music back in the sixth grade (1996), it was just in time for “Stinkfist” to be played everywhere on the radio and as “Track #1” on MTV. That video made me spit out my rather meaty dinner when I first saw it, by the way. I also sat in a stupor for the entire 4+ minutes, moved as I had never been by music. Who was this “Tool” group anyway, and what was up with that geetar and that man’s voice? No other band’s music can do…
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Lois McMaster Bujold’s “The Borders of Infinity”
In this Vorkosigan short story (which takes place chronologically after “Labyrinth”), Miles infiltrates a Cetegandan prison camp in order to save a relative of his, a cousin of his mother. The problem is, the old man is dying, leaving Miles stuck in a prison of over ten thousand soldiers with plans gone awry. So what does our favorite minature hero do? Uses Dendarii Mercenary resources to save them all, executing a brilliant plan to establish order in the prison, thus making them ready for orderly removal. The escape goes off with no major, effort-stopping problems, but there are too many loses to endure for Miles. Another great short story by…
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Lois McMaster Bujold’s Brothers in Arms
Following the Dragoola IV break-out of “Borders of Infinity”, the Dendarii Mercs are fleeing the Cetagandans, and limp their way to Earth. Miles and his cousin Ivan become involved in stopping a Komarran scheme invented by a loyal officer’s father and executed in part by Miles’ clone, Mark Pierre. The shaky status of Komarrans (as a conquered people) in the Barrayaran military leads to doubts of loyalty abound. On top of that, the Dendarii need money–badly, and Miles is stuck as Lord Vorkosigan, while his chores as Admiral Naismith pile up and his clone runs around his ships as him. This is a startlingly action-packed book. The chaos is characteristic…
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Whew.
I just read my post from this morning in the light of a new day and a few hours sleep and work. I think it may seem a little more bitter to the innocent bystander than I intended it to be. I was in a weird mood last night, and was listening to odd music that got my blood flowing (“Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin'” by Michael Jackson). Even so, I don’t feel sorry for some of the potentially offensive things I wrote. If my viewpoints bother you, tough cookies, and if my own viewpoints bother me, I have some major issues to work out. Neither of which involves dimming down…
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My most insincere apologies…
I just got home from work (a seven hour shift, which is long for the theater at which I work), and I’m blasting Michael Jackson’s Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 on headphones (“Wanna be startin’ somethin’ / You gotta be startin’ somethin’…”) and feeling like I want to write. So here I am. Waxing poetic. I want to rant about people a little. As anyone who works in a service or retail job knows, people suck. This is augmented for me by the fact that I don’t like people, my smile always feels fake, and I loathe ghetto trash and trailer trash. (And who comes to a discount theater?) Although I…