dancing as terrorism
Jan. 27th, 2011 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaFirst some things.
1. PUSH THE LIMIT!!! should be be replaced with Canyonero *crack* Canyonerrroooooo.
2. Pixies are considered cultural terrorists by Israel, and anyone who disagrees is an islamofascist (I'm deluding myself into thinking by throwing around meaningless words like islamofascist, I'll get google hits? How pathetic. I need to take things that people will maybe search for but aren't actually used much, but it's hard to think of anything) sympathizer. Hmm, Cultural Terrorists might make a good band name. Even if it would just be Pixies with the new members proposed by some idiot with Windows Movie Maker.
I was thinking that maybe Marine Le Pen's reign would end the National Front; she got rid of the official Jew-hatred. That's all they had, except for maybe the death penalty. Sarkozy's been offering everything else the National Front has to offer.
There's a writeup on PajamasMedia that asks if science fiction is getting more conservative. I guess, if all you'll read is stuff published by Baen. To think, I'd have to write Night of the Blood Jihad in order to make a bestseller.
Someone suggests a comic where Sarah gets gored to death by a caribou. Maybe the caribou could wear her head and hands on his antlers for a fortnight in celebration.
A gay rights activist has been beaten to death by the Uganda Ustasa because Rolling Stone published his name, and then they didn't use half their ass when backpedaling and said that they only published the names so the government would hang them, not so they'd be beaten to death. My response: Smithers, have the Rolling Stones killed.
This is funny.
So what are your great life accomplishments there, Spacebunny, besides finding a rich game boy and spreading your legs wide enough so his tiny penis could make it inside?
-some guy, to Vox Day's wife (Either that or Vox Day masquerading as a woman so he could convince all the sycophants on his blog that he's actually married. It isn't that hard, really.)
And now, The War on Heaven continues.
Chapter 4:
This won't win any awards for dialogue. Or descriptions. Or really anything. I'm beginning to suspect that the reason this has good reviews on Amazon is it targets a demographic that doesn't care about such trifling things as literary quality and only looks to the message, see white nationalist fiction for examples. I find it hard to believe a place that looks like Kenneth Eng's mescaline dream could be so boring, but you've accomplished it, Vox. I suppose I should put Vox Day here, just so Google's search robots don't do such a pathetic job this time.
If you're wondering, this place looks a bit like someone took a Katamari and rolled it around Eurasia. Then poured molten gold over the Taj Mahal, along with the medieval castle that was stuck to it.
It was built by Mulciber. If there's one thing I can't say about this, it's that he didn't do his research, well, at least half of the time, anyway. Mulciber is the architect of the demon city of Pandemonium, as well as an alternate name for the god Vulcan.
Seriously, three dimensional color? Seriously, heels of his hand? They're called palms, for fuck's sake.
Since he sneezes, he's not dreaming. Nobody ever sneezes in dreams. What?
Sarim is an actual word. I used it a few times in my own thing. They're, of course, nothing alike.
Lord Masleh and Lord Harab Serap. Chris wonders what's with the names. You're wondering the same thing I am. Masleh's an angel of the Zodiac and unfortunately not an angel from Evangelion.
Harab Serap is from Metal Gear Solid 2 (!)
In both cases, a quick look at The Burning City by Larry Niven and all its lame anagrams will make everything here look better. While I'm thinking about "at least it's not a barely transparent anagram of narcotics and drug dealers," Chris is thinking of whether the silver armor protects the guard or imprisons him (only his sentence is more awkward - was the silver armor there to protect the guard, or could it be a prison?). I'm thinking about Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud.
Vox claims musphilim means those who burn, but actually, it's nonsense. The armor gives them form.
The inside of the palace is rather boring, just white marble and red velvet and some torches. I think his mescaline wore off.
The Prince of Darkness talks like Cyan Garamonde would in a bad fanfic and compares himself to Prometheus. I guess having angels talk in unrhymed iambic tetrameter and Lucifer talk in unrhymed iambic pentameter or otherwise being in some way off would take too much effort. That, and Vox isn't the greatest of poets.
Who can look upon the glory of our Lord
Who can bear to stand before the brightness of His Throne
The sun covers his face
The stars avert their eyes
Before the shining of the Glory of the Morning.
Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Gutenberg a star?
We do! We do!
After this, we get some really terrible descriptions: Christopher almost shivered, as the abrupt return of the room to a bearable level of light fell like the darkness of a winter compared to the summertime brilliance of the moment before. It was as if the sun had suddenly disappeared from the sky, turning noon to inky midnight in an instant.
No, that isn't what really happens when you stare at the sun. Otherwise, the redeeming qualities the metaphors had were ruined by the awkward phrasing.
Bloodwinter is actually named Altarib, which sounds like a butchering of Altair.
Ahura Azdha is a butchering of a Zoroastrian divinity. Again, you can tell they're evil.
Oh, goody, we get a creation story, except this time it's totally wrong because it's from the Devil's perspective. And also because it has Venus appearing as a new light in the morning. Lots of thees and thys and words ending in -eth. Since this will all be retconned anyway, it's really not worth anyone's time to actually read.
Lucifer gives Chris a key to heaven or something.
Chapter 5
Meanwhile, Jami and Holli are absorbed in a movie when they start hearing noises.
Apparently, Christopher hates being called Chris. Well, I don't feel like typing Christopher every time, so I'm going to call him Chris anyway.
Vox forgets that questions end with question marks. An angel answers, and he wields a flaming sword. Jami thinks he could be a Calvin Klein model. He's Paulus. Since Vox Day may have only a vague understanding of World War II but he does have a flaming sword (read:photoshop), Paulus could very well be an author avatar. The other is named Alael. Random German words don't appear, unfortunately.
Holli can smell mordrim, apparently. And Malakim. And since Vox is writing teenagers and/or Welsh people, he has to use, like, like every sentence, you know.
Evil manifests itself as a crab-man. I'd say that Aliel psychic-attacked its weak point for massive damage, but I'd be dating myself more than this novel does. Besides, Alael can't really invade minds, just stab them.
They go to see a preacher who says things like the Israelites went into battle singing. If their music was as bad as the Latma parody songs, I could imagine it working all too well.
The congregation mentions some bible passage, but it's not Matthew 21:17, so it's not important.
Burning Question: Diddopost proposes adding Bin Laden, Obama, Stalin, Pelosi, Aminidjadwhatever, and a few people I don't know to Pixies. What instruments would they play?
1. PUSH THE LIMIT!!! should be be replaced with Canyonero *crack* Canyonerrroooooo.
2. Pixies are considered cultural terrorists by Israel, and anyone who disagrees is an islamofascist (I'm deluding myself into thinking by throwing around meaningless words like islamofascist, I'll get google hits? How pathetic. I need to take things that people will maybe search for but aren't actually used much, but it's hard to think of anything) sympathizer. Hmm, Cultural Terrorists might make a good band name. Even if it would just be Pixies with the new members proposed by some idiot with Windows Movie Maker.
I was thinking that maybe Marine Le Pen's reign would end the National Front; she got rid of the official Jew-hatred. That's all they had, except for maybe the death penalty. Sarkozy's been offering everything else the National Front has to offer.
There's a writeup on PajamasMedia that asks if science fiction is getting more conservative. I guess, if all you'll read is stuff published by Baen. To think, I'd have to write Night of the Blood Jihad in order to make a bestseller.
Someone suggests a comic where Sarah gets gored to death by a caribou. Maybe the caribou could wear her head and hands on his antlers for a fortnight in celebration.
A gay rights activist has been beaten to death by the Uganda Ustasa because Rolling Stone published his name, and then they didn't use half their ass when backpedaling and said that they only published the names so the government would hang them, not so they'd be beaten to death. My response: Smithers, have the Rolling Stones killed.
This is funny.
So what are your great life accomplishments there, Spacebunny, besides finding a rich game boy and spreading your legs wide enough so his tiny penis could make it inside?
-some guy, to Vox Day's wife (Either that or Vox Day masquerading as a woman so he could convince all the sycophants on his blog that he's actually married. It isn't that hard, really.)
And now, The War on Heaven continues.
Chapter 4:
This won't win any awards for dialogue. Or descriptions. Or really anything. I'm beginning to suspect that the reason this has good reviews on Amazon is it targets a demographic that doesn't care about such trifling things as literary quality and only looks to the message, see white nationalist fiction for examples. I find it hard to believe a place that looks like Kenneth Eng's mescaline dream could be so boring, but you've accomplished it, Vox. I suppose I should put Vox Day here, just so Google's search robots don't do such a pathetic job this time.
If you're wondering, this place looks a bit like someone took a Katamari and rolled it around Eurasia. Then poured molten gold over the Taj Mahal, along with the medieval castle that was stuck to it.
It was built by Mulciber. If there's one thing I can't say about this, it's that he didn't do his research, well, at least half of the time, anyway. Mulciber is the architect of the demon city of Pandemonium, as well as an alternate name for the god Vulcan.
Seriously, three dimensional color? Seriously, heels of his hand? They're called palms, for fuck's sake.
Since he sneezes, he's not dreaming. Nobody ever sneezes in dreams. What?
Sarim is an actual word. I used it a few times in my own thing. They're, of course, nothing alike.
Lord Masleh and Lord Harab Serap. Chris wonders what's with the names. You're wondering the same thing I am. Masleh's an angel of the Zodiac and unfortunately not an angel from Evangelion.
Harab Serap is from Metal Gear Solid 2 (!)
In both cases, a quick look at The Burning City by Larry Niven and all its lame anagrams will make everything here look better. While I'm thinking about "at least it's not a barely transparent anagram of narcotics and drug dealers," Chris is thinking of whether the silver armor protects the guard or imprisons him (only his sentence is more awkward - was the silver armor there to protect the guard, or could it be a prison?). I'm thinking about Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud.
Vox claims musphilim means those who burn, but actually, it's nonsense. The armor gives them form.
The inside of the palace is rather boring, just white marble and red velvet and some torches. I think his mescaline wore off.
The Prince of Darkness talks like Cyan Garamonde would in a bad fanfic and compares himself to Prometheus. I guess having angels talk in unrhymed iambic tetrameter and Lucifer talk in unrhymed iambic pentameter or otherwise being in some way off would take too much effort. That, and Vox isn't the greatest of poets.
Who can look upon the glory of our Lord
Who can bear to stand before the brightness of His Throne
The sun covers his face
The stars avert their eyes
Before the shining of the Glory of the Morning.
Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Gutenberg a star?
We do! We do!
After this, we get some really terrible descriptions: Christopher almost shivered, as the abrupt return of the room to a bearable level of light fell like the darkness of a winter compared to the summertime brilliance of the moment before. It was as if the sun had suddenly disappeared from the sky, turning noon to inky midnight in an instant.
No, that isn't what really happens when you stare at the sun. Otherwise, the redeeming qualities the metaphors had were ruined by the awkward phrasing.
Bloodwinter is actually named Altarib, which sounds like a butchering of Altair.
Ahura Azdha is a butchering of a Zoroastrian divinity. Again, you can tell they're evil.
Oh, goody, we get a creation story, except this time it's totally wrong because it's from the Devil's perspective. And also because it has Venus appearing as a new light in the morning. Lots of thees and thys and words ending in -eth. Since this will all be retconned anyway, it's really not worth anyone's time to actually read.
Lucifer gives Chris a key to heaven or something.
Chapter 5
Meanwhile, Jami and Holli are absorbed in a movie when they start hearing noises.
Apparently, Christopher hates being called Chris. Well, I don't feel like typing Christopher every time, so I'm going to call him Chris anyway.
Vox forgets that questions end with question marks. An angel answers, and he wields a flaming sword. Jami thinks he could be a Calvin Klein model. He's Paulus. Since Vox Day may have only a vague understanding of World War II but he does have a flaming sword (read:photoshop), Paulus could very well be an author avatar. The other is named Alael. Random German words don't appear, unfortunately.
Holli can smell mordrim, apparently. And Malakim. And since Vox is writing teenagers and/or Welsh people, he has to use, like, like every sentence, you know.
Evil manifests itself as a crab-man. I'd say that Aliel psychic-attacked its weak point for massive damage, but I'd be dating myself more than this novel does. Besides, Alael can't really invade minds, just stab them.
They go to see a preacher who says things like the Israelites went into battle singing. If their music was as bad as the Latma parody songs, I could imagine it working all too well.
The congregation mentions some bible passage, but it's not Matthew 21:17, so it's not important.
Burning Question: Diddopost proposes adding Bin Laden, Obama, Stalin, Pelosi, Aminidjadwhatever, and a few people I don't know to Pixies. What instruments would they play?
