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I had some rather odd dreams last night. No idea why. I can't recall much of it, save for one particular part. The part I remember takes place in what, I believe, was the last house we lived in before this one; but in the dream, it was where my friends lived. Anyway, they had a fish tank in the basement, but instead of fish, there was a bright orange octopus, about the size and color of new basketball. And the lid was open. It crawled out and started to slowly muck it's way over to us. I then spent a long portion of the dream trying to escape through the house from this creepy little bugger. It's kind of like those things where you can't escape, which is made all the worse by how slow everything moves, but you still keep trying anyway. It was a slightly terrifying and quite exhausting dream. Weird.
Also, I just finished reading the book Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, the guy who writes all those Sandman comics (I've never read 'em though). I've never read anything of his before, but I recognized the name and the title looked interesting. Unfortunately, the book is just sort of blah. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't a great work of fiction either. You can get hints throughout the book of real talent, but he only got close. Also unfortunately, he gets just close enough to really good writing to remind you of all those other really good authors and pretty much kills himself in comparison. Gaiman tries to set the tone between dark, whimsical, and comical, but doesn't really manage to ever get the mix right. Imagine reading a story wherein, at certain random points, Winnie the Pooh carries around a severed head, and no one acts like this is odd; it just doesn't fit. It's odd too, because Gaiman often reminds one of Douglas Adams, but without hardly any of the funny. Certain turns of phrase and little quips keep popping up throughout the book that keep strongly reminding one of Adams, but never manages to run with it and actually make the tale amusing. In other words, the book falls rather flat.
Also, I just finished reading the book Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, the guy who writes all those Sandman comics (I've never read 'em though). I've never read anything of his before, but I recognized the name and the title looked interesting. Unfortunately, the book is just sort of blah. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't a great work of fiction either. You can get hints throughout the book of real talent, but he only got close. Also unfortunately, he gets just close enough to really good writing to remind you of all those other really good authors and pretty much kills himself in comparison. Gaiman tries to set the tone between dark, whimsical, and comical, but doesn't really manage to ever get the mix right. Imagine reading a story wherein, at certain random points, Winnie the Pooh carries around a severed head, and no one acts like this is odd; it just doesn't fit. It's odd too, because Gaiman often reminds one of Douglas Adams, but without hardly any of the funny. Certain turns of phrase and little quips keep popping up throughout the book that keep strongly reminding one of Adams, but never manages to run with it and actually make the tale amusing. In other words, the book falls rather flat.
