Kaymyth

I have a red long-haired dachshund named Leia. She's an odd dog; she generally dislikes other canines. She'll tolerate their presence so long as they don't pester her too much, but she won't play or interact with them much. Cats, however, are another story. If she sees a cat, she will approach it excitedly and, if permitted, lick it on the face. I have thus seen the full range of disgusted facial expressions a feline is capable of. And despite being my dog for many years before I met him, she is now my husband's dog. She follows him around the house and gazes at him adoringly until he flies the remote control helicopter for her. ...we have gone through a great many remote control helicopters over the past few years.

Hey, there are weirder dreams to have. Yours at least made some sense in context. Once, I had a dream about the zombie kitten apocalypse. I distinctly remember driving madly through town while undead kittens clung to the outside of my car mewling for brains.

Well, the Wax and Wayne novels started as a writing exercise; the name pun was just part of getting his brain cleared. The fact that it developed into an entire publishable series was a happy accident. I think I remember reading that he said that by the time he realized that they were going to be real books, the names were too ingrained into the characters for him to change. Bonus: since Scadrial doesn't have a moon, nobody in-world is ever going to get the joke.

Ahahaha! Oh, dear. Yes. Hee. *tearwipe* Wayne is the best.

Metal shavings, I believe. That's what Wax called them when he called her out on being an Allomancer. And Wayne seems to eat his bendalloy in chunks, though if he wanted to, he could drop it into a cup of hot tea and it would liquefy. Bendalloy has a really low melting point.

This. Though when he reshaped the world, he pretty much had the power to put the Pits wherever he wanted to, so he could have plopped them down in an inaccessible place. Or even miles underground. So he could easily still have what basically amounts to a holding cell for his excess Ruin that nobody can get to easily.

The Lord Ruler certainly knew about Ati and Leras after he ascended. He's probably the one who gave atium, at least, its name.

My husband and I put down an offer on a new house this evening. It was accepted in about 2 hours. So....I guess we're moving across the state line next month. (It's not that Kansas is any better than Missouri, it's that we both work in KS and doing that and living in MO makes tax time really, really complicated and we are quite tired of it. Plus, the new house is completely gorgeous.)

Thanks to my mother, I was a Star Trek fan from practically the womb. I has a sad today.

Nick Cage as anyone.

I, too, am saddened by the lack of Wayne on the cover. I guess Alloy of Law is remaining my desktop background for the foreseeable future. See, to me, that looks like a government building, not a ruin. You can see city towers in the background.

Kobold King, I do not believe that I have taken the opportunity to say this to you before, though I have thought it on more than one occasion prior: Sir, you have a remarkable and eloquent way with turns of phrase. If I wore a hat with any regularity, I would tip it to you.

Having lived in both the desert Southwest and the Midwest, I can attest to the humidity factor: 110 degrees in Phoenix is easier to take than 90 degrees in Missouri.

When it comes to writing habits, GRRM is like the anti-Brandon. GRRM: "Eh, I wrote a page last week. That's good progress, right?" Brandon: "I had trouble getting into writing this book, so I wrote its sequel to get me warmed up. What, did I do something weird?"

I live in the American Midwest. Y'all can have our snow, and our cold, all of it forevers, so far as I'm concerned. My feet are freezing constantly, and it gets downright dangerously slcik out there, as the slowly color-changing bruise on my backside can attest. (Seriously, this thing is spectacular. A baseball-size splotch of Holy Crap Human Skin Can Turn That Color I Had No Idea.) You know, my first instinctive reaction to this was, "Nooo! Don't talk politics, that'll get the thread locked!" And then I remembered, this is 17th Shard, not the other forum I'm active on where the first hint of politics brings the mods down like the wrath of Odium. Carry on.

And if you're reacting to the sound, you're doubly in trouble, because most bullets travel faster than the speed of sound.

Hm. Angle would be an issue. Any object is going to follow the path of least resistance, though, so even a small variation off from your center of gravity may be enough to deflect it. And again, deflecting isn't taking the full force of the bullet, just a fraction's worth to move it off in another direction. It still doesn't solve the problem of speed and reflexes, mind. I still think that a steel Compounding Twinborn is going to have a lot more success at this sort of thing than a normal Coinshot (and even then, it's going to be a far from perfect score). If Pushing bullets shot at you were easy, Wax wouldn't have seven old gunshot wounds.

It does my dear little nerdy heart good to see all this math. But...I think the major point that a lot of people are missing is that you don't have to stop the bullet, just deflect it. So you don't have to completely counteract the force/momentum of the bullet, you just have to give it enough of a nudge that it goes flying off in another direction. That's a whole lot easier.

If they're ready for the shot, maybe. But were I a Coinshot, I'd go Pushing the guns out of peoples' hands before the shooting started. Now, a steel Compounder, they'd be able to do impressive things with Pushing bullets and catching arrows/crossbow bolts.

What? You mean you couldn't correctly discern my gender based on a completely neutral user icon and a not-obviously-gendered screen name? For shame! I probably oughta bite the bullet and finish my pony pic. It's not like there is any point of reference for anyone here to understand what the heck is going on with my current pic anyway.

The color scheme itself was purple and gold. My dress was even a lovely shade of dusty purple, just a few shades too dark for lavendar. That was another thing that my mother couldn't quite wrap her head around....but seriously. I am a pale, freckled redhead. White makes me look like death. In purple, I look fabulous. It was a no-brainer.

The fun thing about parents: they know exactly which buttons to push on you, 'cause they're the ones that programmed them. And there's no "magic age" so much as there's a point, several years after you've grown up and moved out, that they finally start noticing that you're an adult and doing adult things and somehow haven't managed to blow yourself up yet. And then they (mostly, depending on the individual) start treating you like an adult. But they do backslide now and then. Not that you can't give them reason to on purpose now and then. I'm in my mid-thirties, and my mother is still in the "lalala I'm not listening and you'll grow out of it" phase of me wandering off on my own spiritual path. And I think she's still secretly aghast at the fact that I had chunks of purple in my hair at my wedding. Which just goes to show that we're never too old to enjoy tormenting our parents. But for now...sometimes the only way to win is to drop the rope. It's not always possible, I know, but when you can pull it off, it does leave them rather confused.

Ow. Today is just...not going well. First off, apparently Kansas Citians forget about snow every year, so when it finally comes, they all panic. This morning, we had some flakes coming down. The roads were fine; better than yesterday, actually, and yet the drivers were worse. I think perhaps the phenomenon of snowfall and blue sky at the same time caused a lot of brains to seize up. And then, there was 1" slush on the stairs down from above the parking garage. Guess what I did? If you guessed, "slipped and fell on her rear end mid-staircase" you win a wooden nickel. So now my backside is sore. And my back is getting there. And somehow I smacked my shoulder pretty hard, too. And at 2PM my pants are finally almost dry. I think I'm going to make an executive decision and say that today is fired.

It's also surprisingly easy to find metal shavings of all types on Amazon or eBay.

That pretty much sums it up. I'm convinced that the part of Miles's Identity that the metalmind recognizes as "Miles" is tied up with his Feruchemy, and thus sliced off when spiked. It is stated that spiking steals a piece of a person's soul. On a metaphysical level, the soul *is* one's identity. Spiking a person alters them on a very fundamental level and causes severe trauma above and beyond the physical. I also think that my take on it is supported by Brandon's misunderstanding of the question at first; it appears that he was thinking Feruchemy when asked about Allomancy, thus the "He'd probably die" response.