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A few months back, while mom and dad were out of town, Jeremy and I sneaked over to their house and borrowed "Tin Man." I don't feel bad about it. Really. (Well...I do...) Dad banned anyone from "renting" his movies last Christmas because some illicit borrowing was going on without his knowledge, and to protect his babies, he restricted all movie borrowing, except for mom's movies, ie. girl movies. That's fine for me, but Jeremy was very heavy-hearted about it. No more "BattleStar Galactica"...

So, back to the story... Carefully smuggling the pilfered film to our burrow (wait...maybe we got it from Red Box...whatever...), we popped it into our DVD player and at the beginning of the movie were, of course, previews. This particular preview was for "Hogfather." Now, I am a TOTAL British movie fan. British humor resonates well with me, and so with Jeremy's enthusiastic approval, we decided to purchase it on Amazon.

Of course, it took FOREVER to get here, but it was worth the wait. It was REALLY good! Not just average crappy Hollywood fare, but IT WAS REALLY GOOD! If you have seen "Tin Man" and liked it, you will LOVE "Hogfather."

After we watched it, we watched the obligatory special features, and it turns out that "Hogfather" is a book written by Terry Pratchett, and is one in a set called "The Discworld Series." So, I toddled over the the library the other day and picked up the first three in the series, and due to my recent luck with novels, I was a little apprehensive. (The last 3-4 books I have bought have turned out to be more than disgustingly...suggestive...no that doesn't work...it's too mild a word. I will settle for Sexually-Explicit. Seriously, why ruin a perfectly good book with unnecessary content?) Anywho, Jeremy and I wanted to read them together so we started off and I was pleasantly surprised!

Here is an exerp from the first book "The Color of Magic":

"Why, it's Rincewind the wizard, isn't it?" he said in tones of delight, meanwhile filing the wizard's description of him in his memory for leisurely vengeance. "I thought I recognized the voice."

Bravd spat and sheathed his sword. It was seldom worth tangling with wizards, they so rarely had any treasure worth speaking of.

"He talks pretty big for a gutter wizard," he muttered.

"You don't understand at all," said the wizard wearily. "I'm so scared of you my spine has turned to jelly, it's just that I'm suffering from an overdose of terror right now. I mean, when I've got over that then I'll have time to be decently frightened of you."

The Weasel pointed toward the burning city.

"You've been through that?" he asked.

The wizard rubbed a red-raw hand across his eyes. "I was back there when it started. See him? Back there?" He pointed down the road to where his traveling companion was still approaching, having adopted a method of riding [a horse] that involved falling out of the saddle every few seconds.

"Well?" said Weasel.

"He started it," said Rincewind simply.

Bravd and Weasel looked at the figure, now hopping across the road with one foot in a stirrup.

"Fire-raiser, is he?" said Bravd at last.

"No," said Rincewind. "Not precisely. Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos were lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armor and shouting 'All gods are idiots.' Got any food?"

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