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Saturday, February 01, 2003
In a future of multi-sex, there is only one taboo! To love a robot!
It made almost no sense (and it had a kind of freaky bondage theme, but then so does almost every work of gay-oriented scifi I can think of), but the hilariously cheesy sex scenes were worth the price of admission.
Of course, the price of admission was only 25 cents.
So anyway, after I had a good giggle over the book, I looked it up online and discovered that it's selling for around $40 for a paperback.
I can't find a good shot of the cover anyplace online so maybe later I'll dust off my scanner and you can laugh at the scary wrestler dudes on the front.
Posted at 05:10 PM
Freaky bondage themes! Woohoo!
Posted at 12:49PM on Sunday, February 02, 2003
No detailing of what the abebooks.com description was? That was the best part!
Posted at 02:18PM on Sunday, February 02, 2003
Ack! It isn't there anymore, Laura. Anyway, for the rest of you, one of the abebooks.com listings described the book as "HARD, STRAIGHT" or something of the sort. I'm sure they'll swear up and down that they were just talking about the binding.
Posted at 08:49AM on Monday, February 03, 2003
A "straight" binding? That's a new one...in other news, my job interview went stellarly well. News as it develops!
Posted at 03:14PM on Thursday, February 06, 2003
Hey Bri. I just checked out your Chrome link and LOOKY THERE. Right in the first paragraph they mention Melissa Scott, whose book I've been trying to get you to read for years. Wanna borrow it? I'll swap it to you for the country house mystery...
Posted at 01:52AM on Friday, February 07, 2003
I dunno, Laurel. Is her book as cruddy as Chrome? And does it have a fistfight in a helicopter that ends with oral sex? Just checking.
Posted at 07:09AM on Friday, February 07, 2003
I like to think Trouble and Her Friends doesn't suck, cos I really enjoyed it at age 20. But by that definition, it probably does.
Now look what you've done. You made me think about myself six years ago; excuse me while I crawl to one corner of the bathtub and have the shakes.