some things require pomp & circumstance

[kaigou]

I've said before that I find the very notion of book destruction to be excruciating. It really does take a helluvalot for me to declare that a book isn't even worth its pixels, let alone its paper. I'll hang onto a book for ages -- and I have, too -- until I find someone who can appreciate it despite all the flaws I see. However, I can't really say that's the case for these two stories, and that right there should tell you all you need to know about my review.

Therefore, let the pomp and circumstance begin, so we can at least pay homage to the hardworking (and clearly long-suffering) editor and copysetter who were forced to deal with these travesties. Lighters, please.





Screenshot taken, and I click with melodramatic flourish.





On the other hand, books like that inspire me to write: not because "if that can get published, I should, too!" but "if that's what people are being forced to settle for, damnit, someone has to save them!"

Or something like that, but without the semi-egotistical veneer of that statement, but I 'spect you get what I mean.

Hrmph. Y'know, Move to Trash just doesn't have half the glee as ripping a hardcopy in half and dumping the pages into a big ol' trashcan while laughing maniacally.

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[maldoror-gw.livejournal.com]

*plays Mozart's Requiem on the kazoo* Those must be pretty gawdawful if you're willing to throw them away. I do remember you tearing the Samurai one to shreds, that rant was a thing of beauty ^___^