Yes, it shames me a little to recommend this one. I don't normally enjoy Dean Koontz' works, but "Twilight Eyes" holds a special place in my nostalgic heart. I read it for the first time when I was about 9 years old, and I daresay it markedly moulded my paranoid outlook on things. In the same insurgent (though nowhere near so controversial) vein as Turner Diaries/Hunter, it is a rare treat for those looking to present - for example - a slumbering White friend with a light read, while furtively inculcating him/her with something quite easily interpreted as an allegory congruent with the WN worldview.

Now keep in mind that I haven't read it since the onset of puberty, so I'm not entirely sure it's free of NWO truisms and the like, but I can't seem to recall anything blatant.

Not long after the first read I happened to see the Carpenter-classic "They Live!". No wonder I turned out the way I did.

I am extremely hurt by your collective disinterest and I contemplate suicide.

Anybody feel the need for a smiley?

I'm reminded of a line from an excellent album and equally impressive movie, The Wall by Pink Floyd (Roger Waters et al). Both subjects fit for a thread of their own. Hell, Roger Waters or Syd barrett are good subjects. Anyone recall the Clapton guitar riffs on Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking?
Oh, yes, the line: "You fill me with the urge to defecate!"

I am extremely hurt by your collective disinterest and I contemplate suicide.

Anybody feel the need for a smiley?

So Freud was right after all? Curiouser and curiouser...

I am extremely hurt by your collective disinterest and I contemplate suicide.

Anybody feel the need for a smiley?

Kootz is a cunt. He's conservative, but that's about his only selling point. I read one of his books and studied it with an eye to seeing if I could knock it off, maybe make some money. Ugh. No. Horror. He writes the flattest shit I have ever read in my life. Unrelieved by anything playful whimsical funny allusive -- nothing. Just plod plod plod plod plod plod plod. Straight narrative at face value. Nothing a tv-watcher wouldn't get at first glance. He's horrible.

Turn on the oven! But remember to baste yourself first. Your pet cats will thank you.

I am extremely hurt by your collective disinterest and I contemplate suicide.

Anybody feel the need for a smiley?

No. I feel the need to upbraid you for your improper English. I hope this does not cause you to off yourself, but, to quote one of my heroes, Smokey the Bear, if you must know, "Only you can prevent suicide."

And so, on to the lesson. You use 'disinterest,' but you mean 'uninterest.' A common mistake.

un·in·ter·est ** (*P*)**Pronunciation Key**(n-ntrst, -tr-st, -trst)
n.

Lack of interest or concern; indifference.



dis·in·ter·est ** (*P*)**Pronunciation Key**(ds-ntr-st, -ntrst)
n.

1. Freedom from selfish bias or self-interest; impartiality.
2. Lack of interest; indifference.


Now, disinterest only means uninterest in the sense that there is no law save usage. The correct word for your meaning is 'uninterest.' Use it and sin no more, woman.

It would be like using 'enormity' to describe something huge. Morons always do that and they're always wrong. Enormity means a great whopping horrible crime. NOT something immense, prodigious and outsized, no matter that mass-mistake has probably made it to 2. under enormity by this point, dictionarians being lax as everybody else these days.

Thank you for your attention. Resume scheduled gawking.

Milk dribbling from his pug nose and down his chin, young Nordblood stares at the screen in stunned silence. Cookie crumbs lie scattered on the mousepad; as scattered as the flabbergasted dweebs thoughts.
"Insulted by the Man himself!" he gushes to his mother.

Kootz is a cunt. He's conservative, but that's about his only selling point. I read one of his books and studied it with an eye to seeing if I could knock it off, maybe make some money. Ugh. No. Horror. He writes the flattest shit I have ever read in my life. Unrelieved by anything playful whimsical funny allusive -- nothing. Just plod plod plod plod plod plod plod. Straight narrative at face value. Nothing a tv-watcher wouldn't get at first glance. He's horrible.

Turn on the oven! But remember to baste yourself first. Your pet cats will thank you.


Yes, and "MacDonald" et al never fail to lead us into a quagmire of delightfully clever metaphors and inventive prose.
Look, I know the man is a lobotomized author, at best. That's not the point, however (in fact, I'm not entirely sure that I have a point, but let's forget that for the time being).

No. I feel the need to upbraid you for your improper English. I hope this does not cause you to off yourself, but, to quote one of my heroes, Smokey the Bear, if you must know, "Only you can prevent suicide."

And so, on to the lesson. You use 'disinterest,' but you mean 'uninterest.' A common mistake.

un·in·ter·est ** (*P*)**Pronunciation Key**(n-ntrst, -tr-st, -trst)
n.

Lack of interest or concern; indifference.



dis·in·ter·est ** (*P*)**Pronunciation Key**(ds-ntr-st, -ntrst)
n.

1. Freedom from selfish bias or self-interest; impartiality.
2. Lack of interest; indifference.


Now, disinterest only means uninterest in the sense that there is no law save usage. The correct word for your meaning is 'uninterest.' Use it and sin no more, woman.

It would be like using 'enormity' to describe something huge. Morons always do that and they're always wrong. Enormity means a great whopping horrible crime. NOT something immense, prodigious and outsized, no matter that mass-mistake has probably made it to 2. under enormity by this point, dictionarians being lax as everybody else these days.

Thank you for your attention. Resume scheduled gawking.


Milk dribbling from his pug nose and down his chin, young Nordblood stares at the screen in stunned silence. Cookie crumbs lie scattered on the mousepad; as scattered as the flabbergasted dweebs thoughts.
"Insulted by the Man himself!" he gushes to his mother.

Nope. I'm actually grateful for the lesson (he said, feces smeared all over his cute little pug nose). Furthermore (and I know this is the cheapest shot ever), I doubt that herr Linder would fare half as well on a Swedish forum.

And stop mistaking me for a girl!!!

I told you to get rid of that girlie avatar. I offered you Mr. Ego's faggy self- portrait of Egon Scheile. Notice that he is through with it.
At least nobody would mistake your gender that way.
Or your tendencies.
If your idol can change then so can you.

Bah! I am a man of unyielding principles; a true White paragon! Therefore, I refuse to have any other avatar than that of a little girl.

Dean Kuntz is not someone I'm interested in, buuut many of us have nostalgic reactions to alot of things that do not command art or style.

I love "Better Off Dead" with John Kusak, that is nostalgia to me.
Also "The Lost Boys" the vampire movie, oh and Miami Vice.
All these tickle my nostalgia, for no other reason than that I was introduced to them during my formative moment.

So there you have it, my good man.

I also think you should change your avatar, how about a Viking or something.

BTW What is this book about? The one of which you speak.

Nope. I'm actually grateful for the lesson (he said, feces smeared all over his cute little pug nose). Furthermore (and I know this is the cheapest shot ever), I doubt that herr Linder would fare half as well on a Swedish forum.

And stop mistaking me for a girl!!!

Oh...I thought you were based on your writing style and avatar, my apology. Why would you use an opposite sex avatar? That confuses people.

You do write English quite well, and I commend you for it.

Carry on, friend. But what I said was in fact correct, and that is a common mistake. I think we'll start a thread in "Books" on usage mistakes.

That'd be great. I'm always willing to learn - except when I'm not, of course.

I also think you should change your avatar, how about a Viking or something.

Sorry. I'm so indoctrinated with effeminate jew psycho babble that I actually think a viking would be an even faggier avatar.


BTW What is this book about? The one of which you speak

Editorial review on Amazon.com:

Only Slim MacKenzie can pierce the disguises and recognize the diabolical schemes of the undead who are feeding on human suffering, thanks to the gift--or burden--of special vision afforded by his twilight eyes.

Firsts are best. It seems like there is a magic time of life around the summer of graduation from high school that puts the last stamp on your character. The music from that brief span of time is the measure for all that comes after. It will always have a special poigniency and flavor to you. No matter how crappy in reality. I won't mention the ancient tunes that awaken those feelings of nostalgia in me, but I once knew a poor fellow for whom Boston was the sound that sent him back. How sad, like a lab monkey bonding with a hot water bottle.

(Dean Kuntz is not someone I'm interested in, buuut many of us have nostalgic reactions to alot of things that do not command art or style.

I love "Better Off Dead" with John Kusak, that is nostalgia to me.
Also "The Lost Boys" the vampire movie, oh and Miami Vice.
All these tickle my nostalgia, for no other reason than that I was introduced to them during my formative moment.

So there you have it, my good man.

I also think you should change your avatar, how about a Viking or something.

Oh my... Boston. I'm glad I was a teenager at the time of Metallica and Queensryche. I was also itroduced to Die Ehrsta (sp?) by schoolmates who studied in Germany.

But yes the first summer when I got my hands on a car, those were my most formative years. :D


Boston, geez, well I guess it could've been Rod Stewart.

Don't you dare speak ill of the Rodster!

Sorry. I'm so indoctrinated with effeminate jew psycho babble that I actually think a viking would be an even faggier avatar.


Only Slim MacKenzie can pierce the disguises and recognize the diabolical schemes of the undead who are feeding on human suffering, thanks to the gift--or burden--of special vision afforded by his twilight eyes.


Well then how about something abstract, or a picture of a Volvo or something.

That book sounds menacing, tell me more, I won't read so you might as well.

Have you seen "They Live!"? Pretty much sums it up.

Don't you dare speak ill of the Rodster!


Oh my. You're right, might as well keep the girlie avatar.

Hmmppthh.. the Rodster. :D

Oh, yes, a Volvo! Should have thought of that. It shall be taken under indefinite consideration.

Oh my. You're right, might as well keep the girlie avatar.

Hmmppthh.. the Rodster. :D

Good one, huh? Just made it up. But your Volvo beats my Rodster hands down.

They Live- right, but they don't actually eat people. And they're alive, just aliens.

So dead people in disguise are eating living people and we don't realize we're missing an arm. Interesting, are all Koont'z books this sharp? ;)

As for Avatars, here are further options:

viking boat
Saab Gripen
Absolut Vodka
Ice Castle
Pine Trees in Winter

I think you're misinterpreting the phrase "feeding on human suffering", you glib Bostonian you.
Plus "undead" seems somewhat of a misnomer.

I'm damned glad that Nordblod doesn't demonstrate any tendency to avidly snatch at any hint of compliment.
I'm grateful too that he doesn't show an unctuous and obsequious propensity to suck up to anyone who pays him the least attention.
I'm thankful, as well, that I personally eschew sarcastic assaults upon his character.
It's a good thing also that Nordblod doesn't recognize this: :rolleyes:

Good one, huh? Just made it up. But your Volvo beats my Rodster hands down.

Actually I don't think I could get my hands on that book.

You see, it's been banned in Boston.

I'm damned glad that Nordblod doesn't demonstrate any tendency to avidly snatch at any hint of compliment.
I'm grateful too that he doesn't show an unctuous and obsequious propensity to suck up to anyone who pays him the least attention.
I'm thankful, as well, that I personally eschew sarcastic assaults upon his character.
It's a good thing also that Nordblod doesn't recognize this: :rolleyes:

You shut up!! Evil old bastard.

I'm damned glad that Nordblod doesn't demonstrate any tendency to avidly snatch at any hint of compliment.
I'm grateful too that he doesn't show an unctuous and obsequious propensity to suck up to anyone who pays him the least attention.
I'm thankful, as well, that I personally eschew sarcastic assaults upon his character.
It's a good thing also that Nordblod doesn't recognize this: :rolleyes:


Well we all like attention, and let's face it, the only other way you can have a regular post exchange is either with an ADL anti in Opposition Forum or to tell DiabloBlanco that he isn't white. That gets old.

Perhaps Nordblood is an only child in a remote part of Sweden and is looking for friendship on the info super trickle. :)

That's me to aT.

That's me to aT.

Well it is a good thing that you are heer instead of watching the televitz, or reading Dean Koontz books or poaching endangered reindeer.

So thiese dead, how do they feed on the living? Do they run a beurocracy and extract taxes? Do they own a bank and engage in unconcionable usury?

Tell me man I've got to know?

In all seriousness, how did you become so facile with English? (That's a genuine compliment.) Is there an English-speaker in the woodpile?

Is yer daddy a Texan or sumpin'?

That's me to aT.

In all seriousness, how did you become so facile with English? (That's a genuine compliment.) Is there an English-speaker in the woodpile?

Is yer daddy a Texan or sumpin'?


That is interesting, his English is good, especially when using colloquialisms.

So Nordblood come clean, you're not really in Sweden......... I've got it!
Nordie is probably an American, of Italian/Greek/Spanish heritage who has a Nordic complex like DiabloBlanco.

Well it is a good thing that you are heer instead of watching the televitz, or reading Dean Koontz books or poaching endangered reindeer.

So thiese dead, how do they feed on the living? Do they run a beurocracy and extract taxes? Do they own a bank and engage in unconcionable usury?

Tell me man I've got to know?

It's like something ethereal, dude (heavy on the hippie/surfer accent). They like feed on all our negative emotions and stuff. Hate and suffering is kinda like hamburgers and pizza to those gnarly goblins. They like instigate wars and shit.

In all seriousness, how did you become so facile with English? (That's a genuine compliment.) Is there an English-speaker in the woodpile?

Is yer daddy a Texan or sumpin'?

No such luck, I fear. I just happen to have some small amount of talent for it. Like I told Fredrik: a pure autodidact, I'm.

It's like something ethereal, dude (heavy on the hippie/surfer accent). They like feed on all our negative emotions and stuff. Hate and suffering is kinda like hamburgers and pizza to those gnarly goblins. They like instigate wars and shit.

So it's less 'They Live' and more 'Barbarella".

That is interesting, his English is good, especially when using colloquialisms.

So Nordblood come clean, you're not really in Sweden......... I've got it!
Nordie is probably an American, of Italian/Greek/Spanish heritage who has a Nordic complex like DiabloBlanco.

About the colloquialisms: you realize we do get American movies over here?

And damn you to the fiery pits of Gehenna for revealing my shameful heritage!

So it's less 'They Live' and more 'Barbarella".

Now you're beginning to scare me.

Now you're beginning to scare me.

Well in Barbarella there is a city over a lake of gooey stuff, masmus or magmus it's called, and the city is full of crime and violence and oppression.
In any case this magmus feeds on the negative emtions and returns heat, therefore making the city habitable on an ice covered planet.

Maybe Koontz copied the idea and fashioned it to his own story.

As for the American movies that you seem to watch too much of, is that your only source of Englidh instruction?

Well in Barbarella there is a city over a lake of gooey stuff, masmus or magmus it's called, and the city is full of crime and violence and oppression.
In any case this magmus feeds on the negative emtions and returns heat, therefore making the city habitable on an ice covered planet.

Maybe Koontz copied the idea and fashioned it to his own story.

At least this "magmus" had the decency to reciprocate. The goblins are evolved enough to have risen above their base needs; or rather to have sublimated them after a fashion. Sure, the fear and the terror and the hate might be necessary for their survival, but they have also made an artform of it - a cultural institution, if you will. Remind you of anyone we know?

As for the American movies that you seem to watch too much of, is that your only source of Englidh instruction?

That and books. I'm not as avid a reader as I once was, though. More's the pity.

At least this "magmus" had the decency to reciprocate. The goblins are evolved enough to have risen above their base needs; or rather to have sublimated them after a fashion. Sure, the fear and the terror and the hate might be necessary for their survival, but they have also made an artform of it - a cultural institution, if you will. Remind you of anyone we know?

That and books. I'm not as avid a reader as I once was, though. More's the pity.

OK don't over do it with the colloquialisms. Yes the parallel with the hoooze was obvious from the beginning. WN reviewers of 'They Live' also made the observation.

You know I heard that ABBA didn't really know English that well, their lyrics were learned and sung through rote memorization.

OK don't over do it with the colloquialisms.

That's irony, right?

You know I heard that ABBA didn't really know English that well, their lyrics were learned and sung through rote memorization.

Possible, though it sounds a bit of a stretch. They wrote most of the lyrics themselves, as I understand it (not that I know anything about ABBA, mind you).

That's irony, right?



Possible, though it sounds a bit of a stretch. They wrote most of the lyrics themselves, as I understand it (not that I know anything about ABBA, mind you).


Yes I also assumed that they simply knew english, like any intelligent European.

You do like to lay on the sayings rather thick. Hey how do you like them apples.