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When you're the winner in the great AI race, the most appropriate term to use about yourself is, "No one is as stupid as all of us."

Tennis, et al., is a fook in t'boom. I almost feel as if I'm being tempered in the almost absolute boredom of serve and lob. I'm waiting, with baited breath, before I get to the druggies.

I can't overstate the sheer comic/terror of the Wheelchair Assassins in this scene, nor can I be more amazed at the idea that DFW condones the literary egress of the soul by either pea soup or broom handles. What can I say? Canucks are EVIL.

And now, the continuing adventures of Sir Osis of the Liver and Miss Diagnosis.

I had to join RA: Reader's Anonymous. Reading this book has shown me that I have a reading problem. Literary characters are telling me that I belong here, that I need to keep coming, and that humiliation is good for my soul. The longer I keep reading, the more I see their point.

I've never seen so many evil Quebecers in one novel. I've always laughed at the whole separatist movement, but this notches up my humor a bit. Oh, and I'm ecstatic about the exposition on the Network's demise and the rise of Tivo. I mean torrents. I mean... oh you know what I mean...

Between a hypertrophied arm or thinking about ending your map, I was seriously happy to read more about map-ending until the Eschaton arrived. What a glorious thing that game was.

Tennis is Dystopian Literature. Just saying.

Are you kidding? In what world is this not science-fiction? It already reads like a love child between Brunner's Stand on Zanzibar, Dick's Valis, and J G Ballard's stories of physical alienation. I'm not complaining, per se., but I am reclaiming the author for our own. I mean, seriously? It's brilliant, but it's borrowing scene-themes left and right. I love it. Too bad we never nominated this for a Hugo.

I tell you true: I have been ruined on books that make much ado about Bishop's Bird Stumps. Fictitious authors or not, this unholy focus on the reliquaries of artists is the very height of absurdity. I loved Connie Willis for the expert way she speared this trope dead. Why am I subjecting myself to the endless rumblings of morons without a clue as to what is true? Well, I hope to find out as I read more.

I smell.... Worthing Chronicles by Card!

So far, there's a lot more story with plot and development than the previous novels, while there's also a lot less big action sequences. Not a bad development, all told. How am I to complain if a tale is growing up and gaining depth?

A thunder god, an alchemist, a werewolf, and a vampire quaff some ale and tell the tales of why they hate Thor. Is this another Canterbury Tales? Well, no matter, a good technique is a good technique, although I have to admit that no one has yet come close to the original except Dan Simmons' Hyperion Cantos. I really enjoyed the scene where Bacchus is in a car chase scene with our good Druid. :)