TING TING JAHE

why did they change the inner wrappers? i hate the kind that dissolves in your mouth, and it is impossible to peel off. remember when it used to be a wax paper wrapper?

get over it.

shit is delicious

i love the inner rice paper wrapper.

I didn't know they did the botan wrapper thing with these?

Love them, and love to say "Ting Ting Jahe" to myself.

man, i haven't had the botan candies in years. used to get them during family expedition to chinatown the day after every childhood thanksgiving.

What abt the unbearably sticky WHITE RABBIT candy?

i love white rabbit

and i <3 the rice paper, because it tastes like carboard at first and then youre like... DAMN

ok but why did they CHANGE it? i hate when people change candy.

were you mad when they added the blue m&m?

Julius Deane was one hundred and thirty-five years old, his metabolism assiduously warped by a weekly fortune in serums and hormones. His primary hedge against aging was a yearly pilgrimage to Tokyo, where genetic surgeons re-set the code of his DNA, a procedure unavailable in Chiba. Then he'd fly to Hongkong and order the year's suits and shirts. Sexless and inhumanly patient, his primary gratification seemed to lie in his devotion to esoteric forms of tailor-worship. Case had never seen him wear the same suit twice, although his wardrobe seemed to consist entirely of meticulous reconstructions of garments of the previous century. He affected prescription lenses, framed in spidery gold, ground from thin slabs of pink synthetic quartz and beveled like the mirrors in a Victorian doll house. His offices were located in a warehouse behind Ninsei, part of which seemed to have been sparsely decorated, years before, with a random collection of European furniture, as though Deane had once intended to use the place as his home. NeoAztec bookcases gathered dust against one wall of the room where Case waited. A pair of bulbous Disney-styled table lamps perched awkwardly on a low Kandinsky-look coffee table in scarlet-lacquered steel. A Dali clock hung on the wall between the bookcases, its distorted face sagging to the bare concrete floor. Its hands were holograms that altered to match the convolutions of the face as they rotated, but it never told the correct time. The room was stacked with white fiberglass shipping modules that gave off the tang of preserved ginger. "You seem to be clean, old son," said Deane's disembodied voice. "Do come in." Magnetic bolts thudded out of position around the massive imitation-rosewood door to the left of the bookcases. JULIUS DEANE IMPORT EXPORT was lettered across the plastic in peeling self-adhesive capitals. If the furniture scattered in Deane's makeshift foyer suggested the end of the past century, the office itself seemed to belong to its start. Deane's seamless pink face regarded Case from a pool of light cast by an ancient brass lamp with a rectangular shade of dark green glass. The importer was securely fenced behind a vast desk of painted steel, flanked on either side by tall, drawered cabinets made of some sort of pale wood. The sort of thing, Case supposed, that had once been used to store written records of some kind. The desktop was littered with cassettes, scrolls of yellowed printout, and various parts of some sort of clockwork typewriter, a machine Deane never seemed to get around to reassembling. "What brings you around, boyo?" Deane asked, offering Case a narrow bonbon wrapped in blue-and-white checked paper. "Try one. Ting Ting Djahe, the very best."

Neal Stephenson is that u?

william gibson

yea, neal stephenson isn't such crap usually although i admit i loathe "Steampunk"

i prefer bruce sterling to both.

u_u

what's the best sterling

I've picked those up in the store but the mass-market paperback covers make them all look like ass

I like gibson .... never read any neal stephenson

I've never read any Bruce Sterling fiction!!! wow!

gibson is crap compared to stephenson

i like walter jon williams

http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n2/n10341.jpg

schismatrix and the other related stories are good...i read a bunch of them around the same time so some of then run together. holy fire was bad, i'm pretty sure, the rest all had some redeeming qualities.

best sterling is "crystal express" short story collection

gibson is crap but at least it's crap that tells you something about the 80s. i sorta tuned out of sci-fi as soon as i became capable of looking at myself self-critically. i find it totally impossible to read any sci-fi written *after* i turned 13, but i can read any old crap pre-13 that i want.

FYI cryptography = majorly pseud

pseudoscience? where is TOM

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Amtrak_Wars

^ ?!>!?!

In Philip Reeve's Hungry City Chronicles, Traction Cities are vast metropolis' built on tiers that are capable of moving on gigantic wheels and caterpillar tracks. These cities hunt smaller cities (in order to tear them apart for resources and fuel) which in turn hunt towns which in turn hunt villages and static settlements. This practice is known as Municipal Darwinism, and is clearly a parody of the animal kingdom.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hungry_City_Chronicles

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I've read those!!! They are v v v v v good!!!

XEB was republishing them with kewl cover art!

The UK covers were atrocious, the re-editions were totes steampunky & comicy.

PSEUDointellectual

You know who used to live in my dorm room (2000) right?

holy fire was bad, i'm pretty sure, the rest all had some redeeming qualities.

holy fire and heavy weather are the ones I always see but they look kinda dated (I think one says on the jacket that it's about '80s US politics)

maybe I'll try schismatrix or crystal express

thx for the recs.

who used to live in your dorm room dude?

laurel do you still have the hungry cities books? those sound rad.

No I was borrowing them from my ex but they're avail in mass market, though, shouldn't be expensive at all. Or reserve them at the library!

Bruce Schneier

I remember liking The Diamond Age. Holy Fire maybe not so much but I didn't hate it.