Reading Enders Game. yes i'm very late to the party.

Anybody else find this book to be surprisingly, for lack of a better word, gay? It makes me uncomfortable how sexual he makes little boys. And Orson Scott Card (author) is an outspoken homophobe. I don't get it. After this I'm going to go back to William Gibson and the Battletech novels.

The assistant day manager of the Comfort Inn was named Vincent. He liked his job. The speed was just right, leaving him plenty of energy at night for cruising the clubs, where he dealt Ecstasy, roofies, and bootleg Cialis. Somehow the money was always gone by dawn, so Vincent was grateful for his gig at the motel.

He was slouched in front of his laptop, downloading some particularly extreme porn, when a street person appeared at the check-in desk. The man was quite tall and he had a fake eye that looked like it came from a stuffed moose. He was dressed in a crusty trench coat and wore two ratty grey braids growing at odd angles from his shaved scalp. The braids were garnished with colored plastic cylinders.

"Good morning," the man said.

Vincent smiled neutrally. "I'm sorry. We have no rooms available."

"I don't need a room. I need information."

"We're not hiring at the moment," Vincent said, at which point the street person reached over and confiscated Vincent's laptop, which was by far the most valuable thing he owned. Vincent hopped to his feet and said, "Give it back or I'll call the cops!"

The man asked Vincent if his boss was aware that he was jerking off to gang-bang videos on company time.

Hits Nail (Accident)

Has got to be a song title, no?