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oh my goodness, the starry eyes
Dec. 3rd, 2009 04:20 amI blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
milliways_bar for this, utterly and completely. Er, well. For most of it; some of it's my own eccentricity and affinity talking, and I'll admit that much right now. My having finally gone sniffing and picking up the Callahans series, though? All Milliways. All of it.
I am merry. as. hell. I called it literary euphoria earlier tonight, the consequence of too much bookworming (that's totally a verb, shaddup) in too short a timespan. I'm not manic, no way in heck; me manic is, I've said this several times before, a scary thought. I've just gone all goofy on a large dose of very good science fiction, taken in a hurry on account of a couple quiet days. Oh my! there have been many squeaks, squawks, groans courtesy pun damage and peels of uncontrollable laughter issuing from under my door of late. My poor neighbors, they must think I'm really out there. Not that I mind much, so long as nobody thinks anything harmful's going on. I'll admit a couple places in the first three novels stray down the road to philosophy overriding plot juuuust a touch further than my usual, but I'll totally take it over all. I'll also confess that a passage or two in Callahan's Lady have made me blush, which is probably no surprise.
But oh, my gosh. I've just gotten to a certain bit of the series. As in, a certain chapter of Lady Slings the Booze. You lot from the bar can probably guess where this is going.
I now know where Milliways's bright!Tesla walked in from. I knew to expect him, and more than once I'd gone all squirmy with anticipation thinking he'd turn up round the next bend in the narrative, but ooooh blimey. I didn't stand a chance when he actually walked in. Not. A. Chance.
'Scuze me while I go do the internal dance of fangirly, geeky squee* for a bit longer. Even if this particular version's a fictional construct in quite a few ways, *still*. Merry on good literature+someone who's relatively recently become a source of the warm fuzzies for me turning up as a character=yup, Chanter's got the sparkly eyes again.
Whew. Yes. Now going to... um. Take my chatty self away before you all start telling me to cork up. *vanishes in a cloud of letters, all in different fonts*
*Thanks for the phrase, Cam. I still rather like it. :)
milliways_bar for this, utterly and completely. Er, well. For most of it; some of it's my own eccentricity and affinity talking, and I'll admit that much right now. My having finally gone sniffing and picking up the Callahans series, though? All Milliways. All of it. I am merry. as. hell. I called it literary euphoria earlier tonight, the consequence of too much bookworming (that's totally a verb, shaddup) in too short a timespan. I'm not manic, no way in heck; me manic is, I've said this several times before, a scary thought. I've just gone all goofy on a large dose of very good science fiction, taken in a hurry on account of a couple quiet days. Oh my! there have been many squeaks, squawks, groans courtesy pun damage and peels of uncontrollable laughter issuing from under my door of late. My poor neighbors, they must think I'm really out there. Not that I mind much, so long as nobody thinks anything harmful's going on. I'll admit a couple places in the first three novels stray down the road to philosophy overriding plot juuuust a touch further than my usual, but I'll totally take it over all. I'll also confess that a passage or two in Callahan's Lady have made me blush, which is probably no surprise.
But oh, my gosh. I've just gotten to a certain bit of the series. As in, a certain chapter of Lady Slings the Booze. You lot from the bar can probably guess where this is going.
I now know where Milliways's bright!Tesla walked in from. I knew to expect him, and more than once I'd gone all squirmy with anticipation thinking he'd turn up round the next bend in the narrative, but ooooh blimey. I didn't stand a chance when he actually walked in. Not. A. Chance.
'Scuze me while I go do the internal dance of fangirly, geeky squee* for a bit longer. Even if this particular version's a fictional construct in quite a few ways, *still*. Merry on good literature+someone who's relatively recently become a source of the warm fuzzies for me turning up as a character=yup, Chanter's got the sparkly eyes again.
Whew. Yes. Now going to... um. Take my chatty self away before you all start telling me to cork up. *vanishes in a cloud of letters, all in different fonts*
*Thanks for the phrase, Cam. I still rather like it. :)
