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crossover_chickI'll explain under a cut because there's a chance it's a spoiler:
Okay, so as far in as I've gotten, Moist has become the head of Ankh-Morpork's biggest bank and Master of the Mint thanks to an awesome old lady leaving her majority of the shares to her pet dog and designating Moist said dog's caretaker (with the stipulation that she's taken out a contract on him with the Guild of Assassins should he refuse/fail in his duties). Said dog is Mr. Fusspot, a "son of many fathers" who likes very few people but thinks Moist hung the moon and stars, judging by his reactions to the guy.
Now -- here's where it gets interesting. The point of the book I'm at just had Moist and Sachrissa Cripslock going at each other with fiendish glee for her latest article in the paper. And twice during the interview/battle of wits, Mr. Fusspot reacts to something by saying "Woof." Now what's so odd about that, you ask?
It's been a minor plot point in earlier books that dogs don't say woof. They just bark and make other noises. Now, Terry might have just forgotten about that, or simply isn't using that conceit in this particular novel. There's also the possibility that Moist knows how to throw his voice -- I wouldn't put it past him.
But part of me can't help but wonder if Mr. Fusspot once went by another name. . .or at least knows another dog that is a lot chattier than your average canine.
While I'm on the subject of the book, it's a good read so far (but then again, I haven't yet read a Discworld I didn't enjoy), but damn Terry, you can't give me a bunch of Victorian-style money with the prices of how to make them and NOT expect me to try and figure it out! No, seriously, I stopped reading for a bit to try and work out all the different values of money and how much it cost to make each. Farthings left me high and dry until a clue later in the text tipped me off that they're one-fourth a penny. According to the book, it takes a half-penny to produce one of those, and a penny and a farthing to produce a penny. Money is weird. But Moist may be inventing checks/paper bills -- he's done something interesting at the point I've left off at. I look forward to seeing it come to fruition. :D
Not much else to say -- very boring Friday at school, honestly. But hey, they can't all be winners. And I now have the weekend to relax, and maybe, possibly, breed rare dragons. We'll see. None of my breeding pairs are being very helpful at the moment. What I do have on the docket, so to speak, are tumblr tags, so later!
Okay, so as far in as I've gotten, Moist has become the head of Ankh-Morpork's biggest bank and Master of the Mint thanks to an awesome old lady leaving her majority of the shares to her pet dog and designating Moist said dog's caretaker (with the stipulation that she's taken out a contract on him with the Guild of Assassins should he refuse/fail in his duties). Said dog is Mr. Fusspot, a "son of many fathers" who likes very few people but thinks Moist hung the moon and stars, judging by his reactions to the guy.
Now -- here's where it gets interesting. The point of the book I'm at just had Moist and Sachrissa Cripslock going at each other with fiendish glee for her latest article in the paper. And twice during the interview/battle of wits, Mr. Fusspot reacts to something by saying "Woof." Now what's so odd about that, you ask?
It's been a minor plot point in earlier books that dogs don't say woof. They just bark and make other noises. Now, Terry might have just forgotten about that, or simply isn't using that conceit in this particular novel. There's also the possibility that Moist knows how to throw his voice -- I wouldn't put it past him.
But part of me can't help but wonder if Mr. Fusspot once went by another name. . .or at least knows another dog that is a lot chattier than your average canine.
While I'm on the subject of the book, it's a good read so far (but then again, I haven't yet read a Discworld I didn't enjoy), but damn Terry, you can't give me a bunch of Victorian-style money with the prices of how to make them and NOT expect me to try and figure it out! No, seriously, I stopped reading for a bit to try and work out all the different values of money and how much it cost to make each. Farthings left me high and dry until a clue later in the text tipped me off that they're one-fourth a penny. According to the book, it takes a half-penny to produce one of those, and a penny and a farthing to produce a penny. Money is weird. But Moist may be inventing checks/paper bills -- he's done something interesting at the point I've left off at. I look forward to seeing it come to fruition. :D
Not much else to say -- very boring Friday at school, honestly. But hey, they can't all be winners. And I now have the weekend to relax, and maybe, possibly, breed rare dragons. We'll see. None of my breeding pairs are being very helpful at the moment. What I do have on the docket, so to speak, are tumblr tags, so later!
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Date: 2014-03-22 03:15 pm (UTC)Fails for everything else. Yiruma had won a Gold and I threw Jimmy into Metal. He's won already but if I want to keep up my supply of 5 gems a day for a gold medal I supposed I should use someone I know who can win a gold. Especially if I'm gonna wind up using them in frustration to speed stuff up.
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Date: 2014-03-22 03:38 pm (UTC)Fails here too -- I keep getting Mosses when I Try for the Sakura. >( And it's last call for the Equinox, so I'm thinking I'm gonna miss out on that. Might as well keep trying, though -- the fails sell well, and like I told you, I got my Jet right under the wire.
Got the Sixth Island, working on clearing it off. Started straight off with the that Boulder Pile, since that takes FOUR DAYS to remove. Now I'm clearing off the little stuff so I can put something on there while I wait.
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Date: 2014-03-22 03:45 pm (UTC)Ugh for the Boulder Piles. At least I think that's the largest obstacle you can run into?
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Date: 2014-03-22 03:47 pm (UTC)Yeah, I believe so. I was horrified when I learned they took four days to clear off. Cruel and unusual torture, DragonVale!