Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Moving To Vermont

If I ever moved to Vermont I would expect the following exchange to take place between me and the Official Welcomer at Border Control.

"Hi, I'm coming to live here."
"Ah, yes, another white guy moving to Vermont. Here's your micro-brewery license, your fleece jacket, and you have a choice between the Subaru, the '97 Jeep with balding snow tires, or the Volvo -- but only if you live in town."
I just read Boneshaker -- it's kind of a checklist of steampunk. Airships, fancy armor, lots of goggles and gas masks, even zombies. And I liked it pretty well. My only complaint was that the 15-year-old boy was kind of a stereotype of a 15-year-old boy.
And yes, The Mystery of Edwin Drood is the one he didn't finish.

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