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July 24th, 2003

Margaret Weis' New Book.

one of my guilty pleasures are the books of margaret weis (usually in the company of tracy hickman). i found her when i was twelve, with dragons of autumn twilight and i've been reading her work, solo, and with others, ever since. i'm not going to tell you that this is deep stuff, or that she's a prose mistress, or whatever else it is i often try to convince folks of when i want people to read a book. the books are just fun, light reads that are more often than not professionally written, with deft characterisation, and are good for a Sunday afternoon.

that said, i sat down on a Wednesday, and gobbled up her new book, written solo, and called mistress of the dragons. it starts off in the kingdom of seth, with a beautiful priestess and her warrior woman lover, a kind of fairy tale about lost kingdoms, dragons, evil, and so forth. the usual. it's soft, light, full of self aware humour, and, when the plot calls for it, weis twists it with dark, black humour to great success. the twists are so much fun, that i'm simply not going to tell you what she does, or how she does it, even though i'm fairly sure it would tip a few of you into the might read column. it's spoiling if i do it, and the book is enjoyable, a great Sunday afternoon read, and i recommend it.

rick kleffel at the agony column, also recommends it. it's a mainly spoiler free review, but a few things might get tipped off to the reader, so you're warned.

Today's Life Lesson.

Today, I learnt that you can purchase a dildo with a light and camera set into the tip. Apparently, you run a cord from the end of the dildo to your television set, and this allows you to watch it on a big screen. After much conversation with J, I decided that I simply couldn't see the attraction of this, and that, indeed, it seemed rather pointless. He agreed. We then spent considerably more time discussing the possibility that we were becoming vanilla, middle classed individuals, who would soon be visited by young men and women, holding their video camera'd dildos, shaking their heads at us, and informing us that we didn't understand, and that we were too old to understand anything anymore.