Tom’s New Year’s Resolutions for 2024

Tom's New Year's Resolutions for 2024

I resolve to stop falling asleep standing up with a hair dryer aimed at my face.

-Lose 20 pounds so that I can fit in the 45 shirts and 7 pairs of jeans that I own for skinny people.

Work on my damn book about death and dying and grief and loss and fucking around at a funeral where most people barely even care about the deceased.

-Win the lottery so that I can quit my job and spend a third of my day writing about comic books.

-Brush my teeth with such vigor that I wear away the enamel to the nerve, disintegrating the teeth to fine dust and ensuring that I’ll never have to visit a dentist again.

-Participate in a hot dog eating contest so that I can kick Joey Chestnut in the balls.

-Invent a hormone replacement therapy chewable pill that tastes so much like cotton candy that you’ll want to eat about 500 of them at once.

-Quit my job anyway because working sucks.

Get another two or three tattoos so that I can look even more like a horrible hipster douchebag than I already do.

-Destroy my nemesis, the sun, with the help of my other nemesis, my brain.

-Cryogenically preserve Jimmy Carter’s head and arms so that he can still build houses in the year 2090.

-Finally start that new feature on my blog where I discuss the merits of America’s hottest new trend: NASCAR Racing for Jesus.

-Collect every cereal known to man and start trying to breed them to create new, more evolved cereals.

-Discover the cure for cancer and then accidentally drop the vial down a bottomless pit.

Tom's New Year's Resolutions for 2024

I resolve to stop getting depressed and angry whenever I see this face in a mirror.

-Call my mom to tell her that I’m being ravaged by poisonous piranhas, then laugh at my little gag while I’m being ravaged by poisonous starfish.

-Listen to seven brand new albums per day in the Avantgarde Nazi Bluegrass genre.

-Donate all my vital organs to Science, and then some of the lesser organs to Church.

-Stop biting my nails, and also my tacks and nuts and screws.

-Be kinder and gentler to my atrocious Hellspawn children.

-Go to at least one Phish show and distribute brownies packed with fentanyl out of the kindness of my own heart.

-Seriously, though. Quit my job and never get another one.

-Write in my dream journal every morning and make shit up so it sounds more interesting.

-Be kinder and gentler to my atrocious Hellspawn wife.

-Wear a mask to protect society against COVID-19 and the eventual COVID-24, which will cause people shit out their own eyeballs.

-Stand outside voting booths and scream about the End Times if people don’t start voting for Belphegor the Sloth God to fix America’s healthcare system.

-Edit all my blog posts to include at least one mention of Little Debbie Zebra Cakes to satisfy my advertisers.

-Go back in time and murder everyone responsible for Season 10 through Season 35 of the Simpsons.

Tom's New Year's Resolutions for 2024

I resolve to only pick my nose for fun and not for profit.

-Pray for all the third-world countries in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

-End world hunger by synthesizing a delicious and filling flesh-eating bacteria.

-Volunteer at the local nursing home to taste test the food to make sure none of it is poisoned.

-Say “good boy” to every dog I walk past, even the bad boys.

-Knit at least one cowboy hat.

-Read at least three books per month about FBI agents going undercover as Nazi prostitutes in order to expand my horizons and personal tastes.

-Eat my Wheaties so I can grow big and strong like Penn Jillette.

-Donate one old kid’s toy per day to charity, but only the shitty toys that no one would want. The good, fun ones are still mine.

-Go door-to-door singing Christmas carols and spreading good cheer, starting in April.

-Cut coupons so I can start saving 30% on Hamburger Helper.

-Have a more open mind about the manga artform, even though it sucks absolute shit and I want to kill myself each time I read it for blog content.

-Write about music more so that I can continue pretending to be a bigshot critic like the fat dead guy who played the other fat dead guy in Almost Famous.

-Read more Star Wars books so I can proudly continue to be an insufferable 36-year-old child.

-And have a good time while I’m at it!

Tom’s Top 25 Albums of 2023

2023 is over! Chandler Bing died! Hamas decided to be dicks! Trump got slapped with so many criminal charges that he decided to run for president again in order to try to dodge all of it! Did I mention that Chandler Bing died?!

I am chagrined to admit that I didn’t listen to as much new music in 2023 as I usually do. First of all, I didn’t find many of the releases particularly interesting. Second of all, I was listening to so much Frank Zappa and King Crimson that my eardrums exploded, rendering me unable to hear sounds ever again. In spite of all that, I was able to scrounge up 25 albums that I very much enjoyed! And now, dear reader, you will get to know first hand what Tom picked! Isn’t that exciting?!

No?? Well, too bad. Here they are anyway.


#25 – Militarie Gun – Life Under the Gun

I hate pop punk but I like pop-like punk, and Militarie Gun’s debut is definitely the type of pop-like punk that doesn’t make me want to go back to high school in 2003 and punch every emo kid right in the teeth. Drug Church’s Hygiene was one of my favorite albums of 2022, and Life Under the Gun feels like a spiritual successor. It hearkens to the pre-grunge-era post-hardcore; the good shit. Hüsker Dü. The Replacements. Minutemen. Militarie Gun? You got it!


#24 – Amplifier – Hologram

Amplifier has a knack for making progressive rock sound heavy and manly! Porcupine Tree meets Soundgarden meets Hawkwind. Hologram is so dense and rich in sound that it’s hard to believe that it’s the work of just two people. Riff heavy, melodic, and occasionally psychedelic, the album will take you through channels in your mind that few others can tap into. As a longtime fan of Amplifier, I love hearing snippets of all eras of the band in Hologram. The mark of a fully-realized and confident band. Don’t sleep on this one.


#23 – MSPAINT – Post-American

“MSPAINT” is the perfect name for this band, because the music sounds like the kind of hilarious and splotchy art I used to make in high school to impress the other members of this one shitty message board I used to frequent… and… uh… be a moderator of. Anyway, Post-American is a diorama of colorful synthy punk excess and electronic bleeps and bloops and a shouty man. It makes for an addictive listen in the right mood! And I’m always in the right mood!


#22 – a.P.A.t.T – We

My inner teenager will always love any effort to try the Mr. Bungle formula of throwing everything under the sun against a wall and seeing what sticks. And then picking up what fell on the floor and making it stick. And then hitting the wall with a sledgehammer. a.P.A.t.T has a certain maturity to their sound that Mike Patton — god bless his 55-year-old soul — will never achieve. We is a smorgasbord of heartful, genre-bending music, and you know I don’t throw the word “smorgasbord” around lightly!


#21 – jaimie branch – Fly or Die Fly or Die Fly or Die ((world war))

Jaimie Branch died! But before she died, she had an album almost ready to go that her band and her family helped mix and master. What you listen before your ears is a boundary-pushing album of psychedelic trumpet jazz that could be described as a Bitches Brew for the modern generation! OK, that might be pushing it a tad too far, but there is a cover of Meat Puppets’ “The Mountain” which I think is gnarly as shit! I’m not smart enough to review jazz, but I know what I like, and I like this. Too bad she died, though. I would’ve liked to hear what could’ve been next.


#20 – Lankum- False Lankum

Learn everything there is to know about traditional Irish folk music. OK? Got it? Now forget everything you know about traditional Irish folk music. That’s Lankum’s False Lankum! Murky, drone-y ballads and off-kilter, slightly odd traditional tunes makes for something that sounds like it was recorded on a dreary, overcast day on the edge of a cliff in Ireland while the apocalypse rolls in over the horizon. Hypnotic, absorbing, eerie, and fun! Lots of fun! The most fun you’re going to have listening to the brownest album since Ween’s The Pod. Maybe.


#19 – Dream Nails – Doom Loop

Dream Nails gets a little bit more artsy with their newest album. The usual riot grrrl punk energy is in full force and incorporated with nuanced balladry, post-punk moods, angular song structures, and fierce feminist lyrics. It’s the kind of album that begs not to be reviewed by a shitty man like me, so I’ll respect that and close this out now.


#18 – Amoeba Split – Quiet Euphoria

If you’re looking for some humble instrumental jazz-prog rock with no cheap thrills or excessive fucking keyboards, Amoeba Split’s third fantastic album Quiet Euphoria is your cup of Canterbury tea! The six-piece outfit weaves together an engaging, comfortable tapestry of smooth, atmospheric vibraphone solos and retro saxophone and all manner of throwback Soft Machine-type weirdness. It won’t annoy you too much, I promise.


#17 – Skull Practitioners – Negative Stars

Psychedelic rock doesn’t have to sound like early Pink Floyd or Cream. It can sound like Skull Practitioners, which sounds like fuzzed out, lo-fi surf/space post-punk with crunchy garage rock solos and a few vocalists shouting at you. Surprisingly varied and never uninteresting, Negative Stars is probably the best fuzzed out, lo-fi, surf/space post-punk psychedelic rock album of 2023! Now there’s an endorsement!


#16 – Alkaloid – Numen

You won’t find a metal album much more colorful and unpredictable than Alkaloid’s Numen. Boasting 70 minutes of proggy technical death metal, the band’s third album has more twists and turns than my lower intestine! I usually don’t like an overlong, bloated slab of an album, but there’s not a single lull to be found. Fun, fun, fun!


#15 – Iggy Pop- EVERY LOSER

Iggy Pop is a gross 76-year-old man and he’s not afraid to let you know that he knows that you know this. EVERY LOSER stands out to me as a bit more meta than his usual work, with songs like “Frenzy”, “Modern Day Ripoff”, and “Neo Punk” espousing, or perhaps subverting, his many outward personas. Every angle of Iggy Pop, baby, that’s what you get on EVERY LOSER. And the old guy proves he can still rock and not have it seem embarrassing. I don’t feel that way about Alice Cooper, and I love Alice Cooper at least 2.5 times more than I love Iggy Pop.


#14 – Tardigrade Inferno – Burn the Circus

Female-fronted circus metal from Russia. Yes, please! Manic, creepy, macabre, and all around a joy to listen to if you’re into avantgarde metal like Dog Fashion Disco or Stolen Babies. If you’re not into this kind of music — and I don’t blame you — you’ll find a lot to hate! But it’s not my fault if you don’t like fun. Work on that.


#13 – Obsidian Tide – The Grand Crescendo

I’ll forgive the fact that this Tel Aviv-based Opethian progressive metal act decided to sing and English and they suck at it. The music is sweeping and beautiful; alternating between clean and harsh vocals; alternating between moodiness and bombast. It’s the most dynamic metal album I’ve heard all year. Just try not to listen to the guy’s voice and we’ll all be jake.


#12 – Decisive Pink – Ticket to Fame

This dreamy collaboration between Kate NV and Angel Deradoorian is a minimalistic, retro-futuristic pop experience. Catchy melodies and krautrock rhythms, weirdo back-and-forth vocals between the two, it’s equally funny and charming. I like this kind of stuff though. Anything that reminds me of Stereolab is a win in my book, or Tangerine Dream or Broadcast or Cluster or Harmonia or Kraftwerk or Vanishing Twin or Virginia Wing or… you know what? This album is good. That’s all.


#11 – Anareta – Fear Not

Now this is cool. Blackened doom metal featuring a chamber orchestra trio (violin, viola, cello). Is it actually metal? Is it gloomy gothic rock? Off-putting contemporary classical? None of the above? ALL of the above? Whatever you want to call it, it’s thoroughly entertaining and brimming with ambiance. Crank it while you sit alone in a darkened castle chamber to feel the full effect! I highly recommend it!


#10 – Yves Tumor – Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds)

Yves Tumor’s music defies categorization. It’s like gospel and R&B meets shoegaze grunge rave rock. I hear elements of Smashing Pumpkins, Prince, and Faith No More. Yet, the sum of all of its parts is something unique and hauntingly beautiful. Catchy and weird and packed with hooks that take multiple listens to solidify. I got a lot out of Praise a Lord… and you would too if you even had a fucking iota of good taste. Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking about you.


#9 – Osees – Intercepted Message

Osees — or OCS, or The Oh Sees, or Thee Oh Sees, or Oh Sees, or whatever else John Dwyer may want to call his garage rock project in 2024 — put out the most vibrant and focused album in years with Intercepted Message. OK, maybe not entirely focused since the music jumps schizophrenically between art pop and disco and synth rock and back and forth and all the way around again, but the spirit is there within the upbeat and silly energy. If this is the new direction that Osees is going to take for a few rounds then I’m all for it.


#8 – 100 gecs – 10,000 gecs

Have you ever listened to a band that was so stupid and tacky that you felt dumb for enjoying it? Well, take that band and add some outdated autotune and hyperactive sugar-coated glitch and you have 100 gecs. Thrash metal guitars, trap beats, skankin’ third-wave ska, 10,000 gecs has everything you need to hate music forever and then love it all over again. It’s an exercise in excess! Listening to this album is like eating an entire brick of fudge in one sitting: you regret the pain and misery after it’s done, but you’ll be damned if you’re not going back for more later.


#7 – Bear Ghost – Jiminy

Oh man, guys, Bear Ghost is like a blast to the past for me. Some of that tongue-and-cheek deranged carnival music / swing jazz / avantgarde metal with Eastern European / Middle Eastern instruments and a tornado of odd time signatures and genre shifts. I will never not like this kind of music, and with Jiminy the band’s flow is so smooth that it doesn’t take 45 listens to get into it. Just a pleasing, creative album with no pretense of higher artistic aspirations. Junk food music. It’s delicious and worthy of a Top 10 from me, because it’s my blog and I call all the shots!


#6 – Ratboys – The Window

I was disappointed with a lot of meat-and-potatoes indie rock this year, but Ratboys’ fifth album checked a lot of boxes for me. Simple, good melodies with stylistic diversity ranging from cowpunk to country-folk to extended classic rock jamming. Pretty much every song is great and easy to digest, making this one of the most replayable albums of 2023. And that’s saying something since I listen to albums exactly once before making sweeping, set-in-stone judgments!


#5 – Poppy – Zig

Poppy rules because she started out as a pop-happy Barbie-like figure and turned into this alt-industrial metal act. And then she turned back to pop — off-kilter pop — with Zig, the Poppyiest album of 2023! With lines like “Life is a commercial for death” and “Never put your grimy hands on my steering wheel“, you can see that there’s an insidious side to the sunny exterior. In short, this is my kind of shit.


#4 – Deena Abdelwahed – Jbal Rrsas

I’m not going to pretend to be an expert on techno, let alone the Tunisian-born France-based DJ Deena Abdelwahed, but I just know that Jbal Rrsas is way fucking cool. If this is what North African electronic music sounds like, then sign me up. Sonically diverse and rhythmically addictive, Abdelwahed brings warmth with her synthy EDM beats and proves that you don’t ever, ever have to listen to Skrillex ever again.


#3 – Abstract Concrete – Abstract Concrete

You would think that a dry, stuffy, nasally British man’s voice singing barely on-key over some cool string arrangements and keyboard harmonies wouldn’t be worth more than a single listen as a novelty, but it’s an acquired taste! I hated this record when I first heard it, and I’m putting it at #3?? Maybe it’s because, more than every other album I’ve heard this year, this one actually pushes the boundaries of beauty and noise. And improvisation, don’t forget that. I don’t hear much viola over cacophonous drumming and yelling much anymore these days. Abstract Concrete hits a lot of notes and emotions and feelings and pulls them off splendidly. Whether you believe that is up to you! Yes, you!


#2 – Caroline Polachek – Desire, I Want to Turn Into You

I listened to Polachek’s previous album Pang and I was disappointed. Had I listened to Pang first, I probably wouldn’t have tried Desire, I Want to Turn Into You at all. But this album is the tits, as the kids say. Originally not too impressed, this album is the very definition of a grower. After a bunch of listens you can be like “wow, this is a pretty good pop album” and then you can be like “this is what I wish Charli XCX sounded like” and then you can be like “Charli XCX is hot, though, and she knows it” and then you start listening to Charli XCX instead. But this Polachek album is really good! Great, even! Fantastic! OK, I’m done.


#1 – jellyskin – In Brine

I can’t say I fell head over heels in love with any particular album in 2023, but I was definitely the most entertained by jellyskin’s debut than by any other. Taking the top spot is an album brimming with watery electronic dance beats, impeccable pop hooks, soaring synth lines, and surprisingly haunting vocals. An album so nuanced that I am REWARDED with something new with each listen. My personal favorite is “52 Blue”, a song piled high with so many different melodies that it threatens to topple right out of your ears. That was a shitty sentence, but this is not a shitty album. Give it a listen before I turn this car around.

Darth Vader (Vol. 1), Issue #8 – “Book II: Shadows and Secrets (Part 2)”

* Part 2 of 6 of the Book II: Shadows and Secrets storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Darth Vader (Vol. 1), Issue #8 – “Book II: Shadows and Secrets (Part 2)”! In the previous installment, Darth Vader returns to Tatooine to find nothing of importance with respect to Luke’s whereabouts and/or finding him and/or anything to do with his dietary habits. He and Doctor Aphra shove off to a planet called Son-tuul where they kill an entire clan and steal millions of monies from their vault. The Empire has become just a tad richer!…

…except Doctor Aphra returns to Son-tuul to a seedy bar full of bounty hunters and lets them know, hey, the Imperials have stolen a bunch of money from the Son-tuul Pride and she knows exactly where it’s going and how to stop them and how to get the money and how to get away. “Who wants to be rich?” she says, smiling.

SNAKE IN THE GRASS, THIS LADY! I think I’m in love!


Darth Vader (Vol. 1), Issue #8 [October, 2015]
Written by: Kieron Gillen
“Book II: Shadows and Secrets (Part 2)”

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I like Aphra’s tattoo. Reminds me of Juliette’s tattoos from Silo, which I recommend whole-heartedly.

On Anthean Prime, at the edge of the Outer Rim, Aphra flies her craft toward what appears to be a moonlike satellite orbiting the planet. She not only flies toward it, but she blows the fucker up with the push of a button, breaking it up into thousands of pieces. This causes the nearby Imperial ship (with the stash) to get bombarded with debris, shorting out their defense systems and radar and sonar and elephant detection equipment and their vending machine.

“For the next five minutes, the Imperials will think their systems being down is a side effect of the collisions,” Aphra says, which is exactly what I thought for five minutes as well, but now the egg is surely on my face. “Let’s go to work.”

The crew on Aphra’s craft gears up and boards the Imperial ship. They open a giant stupid manhole cover and drop themselves in. Looking for the vault, they arrange for the crew’s quarters to be locked up. “Make sure it looks like a localized malfunction,” Aphra says, knowing her way around making anything look like a localized malfunction, including Janet Jackson’s clothes.

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Yeah, well, salt beats slug. Checkmate.

They find the vault and prepare themselves for a slew of mechanized security droids to come in the room and salt their slugs, so to speak. Aphra’s ready, though. She’s smiling! She rolls a flash bomb into the room, which goes off and shorts out all the droids’ circuitry. NOW! MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE! The bounty hunters enter the room and start blasting the droids further with the blaster guns. Salting their slugs, as it were.

They only have a few more minutes to wrench that vault door open before the Imperial crew gets the door open and finds them and peppers their snails. The bounty hunter called Bossk ain’t afraid! But Aphra kindly lets him know that they’ll have to blow the whole ship up to cover their tracks if they get to that point, so let’s not let anybody see us, m’kay?

So this is what happens next: the door does not get wrenched open, but rather the Wookiee Krrsantan, who is driving Aphra’s craft, if it even belongs to her in the first place, blows up another big chunk of asteroid which bangs into the Imperial ship, splits open the hull, and causes millions of these so-called “credit ingots” to spill out into the sky. This was apparently on purpose. Sounds risky! Let’s keep reading.

OK, so this is what happens: BT-1 (the evil R2-D2) is able to generate a strong magnetic field in order to SCOOP UP THE LOOT.

They don’t get all of it though. They don’t even get most of it. All they get are two big boxes worth.

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You done fucked up, Aphra.

Look on the bright side! The Empire got hosed here any way you slice it. And they don’t even know whodunit. Divvy it all up, friends! And they do, but the bounty hunter warns Aphra that they had better not find out they were double-crossed in any way or else they’ll stuff her head up her butt and then shoot her in the headbutt.

“You know I’ve got a fairly lax attitude about property rights,” she says, “but do you think I’d cross four of the deadliest bounty hunters in the galaxy?”

“I think you’d think about it,” says the one named Bossk. “Then ssslink away.”

Ha! Funny funny! Oh you men, you! Let’s try this again soon; Darth Vader’s got another job coming up. Hee hee hee. Tee hee.

On a nearby moon of Anthan Prime, it is revealed that Aphra helped Krrsantan suck up an enormous amount of credit ingots into a satellite. She promises five times his score to “help him with his problem”, which I’m guessing even Preparation H can’t fix. But, hey, double-crossing three bounty hunters appeared to be the way to go! No deathwish from this lady, that’s for damn sure.

Vader approaches from the depths of the moon. “I promised the Wookiee help finding the people responsible for cutting him up,” Aphra tells him, which is also news to me. “Any chance of helping me out?”

Darth Vader does his trademark intimidating “wearing a helmet” face. “We will see,” he says.

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A man of few words, this guy.

He was behind this all along as well! Now they have a droid factory, a gaggle of bounty hunters, and money to pay them! Next, Vader needs some information on Luke Skywalker. That asshole Luke Skywalker. Grrrr, that guy really burns his pot roast.

Ugh, let’s table that Luke Skywalker asshat for now. First, a special mission for Aphra, and she gets exactly one month to carry it out. “If you do not contact me within a month, I will contact you,” Vader tells her, walking away. “That is not something you would enjoy.”

Ooooooh, the big scary man strikes again! When Vader walks away, O-O-O the protocol droid finds it quite interesting that he himself didn’t receive a cut! Aphra tells him that his joy in his work is a cut enough! LOL!

Meantime, things are blowing up on Mygeeto, Son-tuul, and Anthan 14. Death and destruction and the ripping up of Pokémon cards. Darth Vader gets briefed on something called “the Plasma Devils”, a criminal organization that is still “defiantly active”. “To crush them is our main remaining task before we can move on…”

Grand General Sideburns motions to the Astarte twins, Morit and Aiolin, who were introduced in Issue #5 and probably have sex with each other. They will be in charge of crushing the plasma devils. Or maybe I should be capitalizing that. THE PLASMA DEVILS. That’s better!

Some Admiral Ackbar-looking punk named Karbin contests this decision. The twins are soft and squishy, it should be a strong, tough lobster who crushes THE PLASMA DEVILS. Grand General Sideburns is like “no” and has something special planned for Karbin! *pushes him into a giant food processor*

Barring that, find the one who destroyed the Death Star and capture/kill him! Easy peasy lemon sq–

“NO,” says Adolph “Adolph Hitler” Vader. “The task is mine. My grudge with this rebel is personal. I will hunt the pilot down and deliver him to the Emperor personally.”

The lady called Tulon who looks all modified like the Borg tells Vader that this isn’t a mission to salve the wounds of his failure! Oh snap! Let someone more qualified take the task! Like her!

Tagge “Sideburns” Magoo tells Tulon AND Vader that they both are too emotionally invested and would be terrible fucking choices. Abysmal. Worse than poop.

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You are both crybabies and I’m going to throw both of you down a well if you don’t behave.

Tagge has research-related missions for Tulon. As for Vader, find it who stole all those credit ingots from the Son-tuul Pride and punish them severely for their crimes against… uh… credit ingots.

Vader puts his head down all mopey like. “As you wish, Grand General.” I’m wondering how he’s going to get himself out of this immense dill pickle. Claussen, of course. Not Vlasic. Vlasic fucking sucks.

“And that brings the meeting to a close. You have your tasks. You’re dismissed. I await your successful reports with interest.” Tagge goes back to his own task of randomly touching areas of holographic images.

Oh, and by the way, Vader. There’s a new guy here that’s going to keep an eye on you. I know the old one was some sort of mole, but I swear this new guy is better. He’s also Black, so you can’t do anything to him without it being racist. His name is Inspector Thanoth. “As the Emperor wishes,” Vader says with an air of despondency to his breathy, sexy voice.

And quite an inspector he is! When Thanoth and Vader are alone, Thanoth is perceptive enough to observe that Vader is covered in the exact kind of moon dust from Anthan 14? Coincidence? I think not, good sir! Enjoy your Claussen pickle!

“Lord Vader,” Thanoth looks sheepishly. “I’m not a sycophant, traitor, or – worst of all – an incompetent like Oon-Ai. I’m a professional investigator. And this? A simple case. Larceny is the least of the great crimes. Mark my words, we’ll have tidied this away in days.”

Vader is like hurf de durf we shall see, idiot.

Final Thoughts

Vader is trying to get away with something here and he’s not very slick. It’s kind of funny to see this horrible dude try to maintain his stoic tough guy demeanor while he keeps getting undermined by a nerd like Palpatine. Anakin Skywalker has always been dumb.

The Great Hunt (Book 2) – Chapter 49: “What Was Meant to Be”

The Wheel of Time - Book 2 - The Great Hunt

HE AWAKENS! Rand is dizzy and woozy and Min is sitting there with him with her hand NOT in his pants! Come on, now! They left Falme almost a week ago; Egwene was freed. The boys and girls are returning the Horn of Valere to the White Tower and continue some Aes Sedai training. The girls are. Not the boys. No boys allowed.

Rand’s cauterized side wound won’t respond to Moiraine’s healing powers. Yes, that’s right, Moiraine is showing her face after all these *checks notes* months? Years? I don’t know how long they’ve been walking around. Rand tells her to go screw. Moiraine says that she’s been hanging around doing more than he’ll ever know.

Rand beats himself up about not confronting Padan Fain. He was part of the whole mission and he FUCKED it up! The girls beat him to it! Moiraine informs him, please and thank you, that running into Fain would’ve been hella bad news bears. He’s dangerous, sir, and he’s been twisted and misshapen by that Mordeth dude from Shadar Logoth. So you best stay away from him. He also smells like rotten onions, so there’s also that.

Rand thinks he finally killed the Dark One. Moiraine is like “fat chance”. Something about not being bound anymore, that’s a really big problem. Plus, Rand, you guys fought in the sky! Did you know that? You fought in the sky and every lookie-loo in town was watching. Now the word spreading across the land: The Dragon fought the Dark One. Gleemen, even the more pedophilic of the gleemen, will sing songs and tell tales for generations to come!

Here are other things that aren’t good:
-The Black Ajah are back after thousands of years. They’re not nice!
-Cairhien is in a civil war for some reason. Wear the right colors!
-Two broken Aes Sedai seals were discovered in Turak’s manor. Break them all and the Dark One is free as a clam!

So that sets up Book 3 nicely, doesn’t it? All of Rand’s buddies will stick with him through thick and thin (even Loial the Goat Boy).

There’s one chapter left, but it looks short.