Some people have skills, some people ... thingy.

On the recent library excursion, I picked up one of the Dresden Files books. These are the stories of a Chicago wizard-for-hire who presumably hunts down demons and evildoers and smites them in a way not entirely unlike any hardboiled detective, except with magic. I think that's what they're about, anyway. The book I'm reading is like book 7 of a series, or something, and I'm only about a fourth of the way in.

Anyway, it strikes me reading this, that the author uses a lot of slang words that I thought were pretty localized to the Kansas City folks I hang out with. And lo, the book bio reveals that he lives in Independence. So I'm looking at this picture, trying to work out whether or not this guy is somebody we know. I'm telling triadruid about it this morning, and he asks what the guy looks like. I'm like, "Like somebody we'd know. Medium-to-heavy build, long dark hair, dressed in black, little silver glasses, serious expression. You know, like half the world's pagans/fantasy lit fans." He says, "Let kittenpants take a look at it. She's better at recognizing people than I am. And I think I'm better than you are."

I consider this for a moment. ( And here's where it really gets bad. )

Some people have skills, some people ... thingy.

On the recent library excursion, I picked up one of the Dresden Files books. These are the stories of a Chicago wizard-for-hire who presumably hunts down demons and evildoers and smites them in a way not entirely unlike any hardboiled detective, except with magic. I think that's what they're about, anyway. The book I'm reading is like book 7 of a series, or something, and I'm only about a fourth of the way in.

Anyway, it strikes me reading this, that the author uses a lot of slang words that I thought were pretty localized to the Kansas City folks I hang out with. And lo, the book bio reveals that he lives in Independence. So I'm looking at this picture, trying to work out whether or not this guy is somebody we know. I'm telling triadruid about it this morning, and he asks what the guy looks like. I'm like, "Like somebody we'd know. Medium-to-heavy build, long dark hair, dressed in black, little silver glasses, serious expression. You know, like half the world's pagans/fantasy lit fans." He says, "Let kittenpants take a look at it. She's better at recognizing people than I am. And I think I'm better than you are."

I consider this for a moment. ( And here's where it really gets bad. )