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Review Corner! This time: Germania by Brendan McNally

I don't know what to call this. Seriously, I don't. Is it an alternate-history spy-thriller or a butt-kicking Jewish psychic revenge-story set in the last day of the Third and Flensburg Reich? I have no clue.

Valkyrie Diaries Fanfiction writing guide - Addendum

Because I'm a Grammar Nazi. That admittedly fails from time to time ::cough::typosinwritingguide::cough::

Taken: You can only incur the curb-stomping RAEG of this Grammar Nazi when attempting to write something that is srs bsns. I usually don't give a shit in chat rooms. Unless I feel like trolling. >:-D

I do apologize for the LOLspeak in this post. Been reading ED all day. Not good for your sanity.

As a fellow artist I weep... silently...

If people hadn't figured it out by now, I'm a comic books fan. A dense one, that took a while before she realised what Watchmen were and I grew up on the comics from the mid-90s, what with the Spider-Man Clone Saga (which I liked back then, now I find incredibly silly) and Image Comics' Rob Liefeld.

Making fun of Nazis pt. 2

I know what I am suposed to do with my own blog, thank you very much, but when I stumbled upon the following picture, I couldn't resist adding a caption, or rather a text, as it's late and I can't be arsed to open GIMP to meddle with the damn thing.


Reichsminister Speer, during an inspection trip in France, visits a summer camp for midgets.

Smeg knows if this'll be as funny tomorrow morning, but it's funny as hell as of 11 pm, September 22nd, 2008.

EDIT as of Sept. 23rd, 2008. 7.30 PM Nope, still as funny to me. And I've decided to skip on the "Why I am an atheist" blog as it shouldn't really matter. And the other two blogs I want to write are going to be link heavy. Oy vey...

The Prize for Gayest Pose 1937 goes to...

Now, to get down to the chase fast and easy, I am one of the fiercest advocates that the best way to prevent National Socialism aka Nazism from ever rising to power again is by making fun of the hapless pillocks.

Inside the Third Reich

I'm currently putting the final touches to my Speerography and I've moved into what I prefer to call a virtual minefield of emotions, as the discussion over Speer's guilt can be continued into oblivion and beyond.
But that is a discussion that I in this "little essay" will have with myself more or less. I'll twist and turn the Speerian problem until I'm satisfied, but within a reasonable time limit, of course.

No the reason of this little rant, although Speer-related, is different.
It concerns his autobiography, Erinnerungen (Inside the Third Reich) and its Swedish translation.