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May. 29th, 2007 10:25 pm"I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you."
~Bob the Skull
Thank heavens for pixel-stained technopeasants.
The first person to tell me about the Dresden Files series was Adam. Forgive me, but I take his fiction recommendations well salted--the last fistful of paperbacks were gripping and snappy and entertaining, and I read all of them, but I learned not to pause to digest them. You just keep chewing and swallowing. If you slow down to ask WHY things are going this way in those books, you see where the next thrilling twist will be and spend the next hundred pages cursing at smart characters doing dumb things in service to a plot that hadn't shifted much from first draft.
(bonjour; j'suis booksnob. Not quite un snob executif, but if I could figure out how to get to the point of earning pay to help sci-fi/fantasy bits reach full potential? I'd be on it.)
When I found out that the Dresden books were being used as a starting point for a series on the Sci-Fi Channel, I rolled my eyes. Battlestar Galactica's newest incarnation aside, these guys have a knack for taking perfectly good fantasy and warping it into total cheese. That, and the thought of watching something so I don't have to read it is...well. Part of why I was happy to leave highschool.
But then my mother came to visit. And as has been her habit for the past almost four years--which is how long it's been since there was television broadcast in a home of mine, except for the year I spent with her--she told me the stories she'd seen. And what she thought of them. And why she remembered them... Secondhand TV, but with thoughts attached and conversations woven in. ~grin~ Have I mentioned how much I love my mother?
One of the stories was the pilot episode of the Dresden Files series.
Okay.
I gave in.
I asked her to tape a few episodes for us.
She delivered in spades. Two 6-hour tapes worth of a show that's actually pretty bloody good. It's got its cheesy bits, but they're handled well, and... honestly? Terrence Mann could cover a multitude of sins.
So Mark went hunting data about the books...and came up with Mr. Jim Butcher's own website. Complete with at least two short stories.
Alright.
Now I'm sold.
Or will be, as soon as we designate some budget toward paperbacks. :D
So.
Here's to salt, but not too much of it, and here's twice again to pixelstained technopeasants.
I'm a happy girl.
~Bob the Skull
Thank heavens for pixel-stained technopeasants.
The first person to tell me about the Dresden Files series was Adam. Forgive me, but I take his fiction recommendations well salted--the last fistful of paperbacks were gripping and snappy and entertaining, and I read all of them, but I learned not to pause to digest them. You just keep chewing and swallowing. If you slow down to ask WHY things are going this way in those books, you see where the next thrilling twist will be and spend the next hundred pages cursing at smart characters doing dumb things in service to a plot that hadn't shifted much from first draft.
(bonjour; j'suis booksnob. Not quite un snob executif, but if I could figure out how to get to the point of earning pay to help sci-fi/fantasy bits reach full potential? I'd be on it.)
When I found out that the Dresden books were being used as a starting point for a series on the Sci-Fi Channel, I rolled my eyes. Battlestar Galactica's newest incarnation aside, these guys have a knack for taking perfectly good fantasy and warping it into total cheese. That, and the thought of watching something so I don't have to read it is...well. Part of why I was happy to leave highschool.
But then my mother came to visit. And as has been her habit for the past almost four years--which is how long it's been since there was television broadcast in a home of mine, except for the year I spent with her--she told me the stories she'd seen. And what she thought of them. And why she remembered them... Secondhand TV, but with thoughts attached and conversations woven in. ~grin~ Have I mentioned how much I love my mother?
One of the stories was the pilot episode of the Dresden Files series.
Okay.
I gave in.
I asked her to tape a few episodes for us.
She delivered in spades. Two 6-hour tapes worth of a show that's actually pretty bloody good. It's got its cheesy bits, but they're handled well, and... honestly? Terrence Mann could cover a multitude of sins.
So Mark went hunting data about the books...and came up with Mr. Jim Butcher's own website. Complete with at least two short stories.
Alright.
Now I'm sold.
Or will be, as soon as we designate some budget toward paperbacks. :D
So.
Here's to salt, but not too much of it, and here's twice again to pixelstained technopeasants.
I'm a happy girl.
