There's a cat named Pywacket. ok, thought 1: i have a patient named piewacket. I really should look up the origin of this name. thought 2: they brought cats with them? that seems... cool, but unexpectedly bowing towards frivolous for a desperation refugee colony. So I looked it up, and it's probably from Pyewacket, the imp familiar
of an accused witch.
Page 100: "We used explosives all the time, but if we had tried to carry as much as we needed for a season, we'd have been weighed down pretty badly, not to mention prone to abrupt disappearances into clouds of pink mist." heheheheh
Page 104: I knew Perry was bad news. Dipshit. Though it's really sounding more and more like he was a loser not worth her effort in the first place.
Page 110: Really? you think your da will not notice that you didn't schedule time for a freaking wedding? He knows something's wrong, woman, just fess it up!
Page 147 and the gig is seriously up for loser Perry. And he deserves every night of sleeping alone he's got coming up, the ass.
Page 154: Dad gives good advice. "You'll like yourself better, sooner, if you get out and around right now, before you have too much inertia to overcome. Get out, get around, give people the impression you've already shaken off the dumb son of a bitch and six more like him."
Page 157: "Next guy, I told myself, would be just as good looking, ten times as smart, and not serious at all.
Page 163: half way through and we start getting some info on the memes everyone is scared of.
Page 171: Hey, narrator guy said something amusing: "If I can show that Ted did whack Bob with an ax until such time as Bob's head did separate from his shoulders, and that Bob was clearly established to be alive until and including the moment when the which said axe did strike his neck, and Bob was dead afterward or shortly afterward, together with the coroner's statement to the effect that very likely the cause of death was decapitation, then we need know nothing of Ted's genes, memes, or toilet training, and it is a waste of my time and taxpayer's money to ask."
We now return the narrator to his regularly scheduled drinking binge.
Page 202: "I just wanted to wish you good luck and everything and say it wasn't anything personal."
"Perry, there were all kinds of reasons I was crazy about you these past couple years, but posreal, your brains'as never one of 'em. You dumped your fiancee and married another girl. It had fucking well better be personal, cause if it was all just business then you're not only a bigger bastard than even I would've thought, but you just blew the biggest deal of your life, too."
Bianca was a very proficient attention seeker, and always so bouncy and glad to be alive that any sensible person would want to wring her neck; the kind that teachers, who are never
sensible people, just love.
Alik was a perfectly easy kid to get along with as long as you remembered that he was ten years old and limward precocious, made big allowances for that, and then tied him to a chair and gagged him.
And looks like we're at the end of fun times for Teri, so I'm gonna save the trauma for next time. Sleep sweet, ya'll.