Sweetmorn, Chaos 66th, yC 3169 I still can not get over how bad The Butlerian Jihad was. Was it really written off of Herbert's notes or did they look at it and say "This sucks, this will be better"? Just because a fucking mother gets into a rage and attacks a robot after her baby's thrown off a roof it inspires thousands upon thousands of people to revolt and destroy all robots? The robots are just Doc Mengele with transistors? Why the hell did Vorian Atreides turn against his robot friends and his cymek father, growing up in that society for years and suddenly realizing it's all evil and bad. He was complicitous in their actions and did not protest the various mechanical atrocities. Plus if the cymeks, who were the original people who wanted to bring lazy people out of their languid torpor, wanted people to be self-starters why did they build robots? Why is melange so important for space travel in the original Dune novels when spaceships capable of crossing the galaxy in weeks were readily available? These things make me push aside the whole queer scifi-fantasy thing, which is egregious but simply a contrived backdrop, and question if Herbert was a good writer if these are truly based upon his notes. Plus who is this Kevin Anderson or Alexander or whatever who wrote this? He's famous and popular? He won a Hugo or Nebula award? Holy shit they must be packing them in cracker jack boxes like Microsoft certification. This man couldn't write a goth livejournal blog even if every other entry was "OMG I TOTALLY TOOK THIS QUIZ!!11111 LUFF <3 <3 <3!!!!1" I can only shake my head ruefully. In Yer Dreams! I woke up and it was dark outside like a December morning. My car wasn't there and Jaybird was coming out looking like a smurf in his hoodie when I asked him if I could get a ride to work. "Yeah, sure. I gotta stop somewhere first. Hop in!" After maribou finished packing the trunk we sped off into the dark morning. Thirty minutes later I realized that we were going nowhere fast. "You thought I was taking you to work!" he laughed before giving maribou his DDP smile and returning to driving. "You can't get out because if you do then you'll never get there!" he grinned, "I might even change my mind and be nice!" We ended up at a house where a party was winding down and everyone was staggering out onto the lawn through the pools of yellow light from the windows. I sat on the porch all paranoid about missing work and being unable to even call them and lie to them about being sick.