26 September 2009
Shadow Unit is on the whole quite excellent. However, I must note a few egregious sins found within.
Hafidha was running some kind of mapping software on her center monitor. The screensaver was up on the left one. On the right Brady recognized a police incident report; icanhascheezburger.com was barely showing at the bottom edge.
Because that’s not going to date badly. But we get it, you’re hip.
Could that take the thrill out a steak and a baked potato? Yeah, it probably could. “Meal in a pill. I thought sci-fi geeks liked that.”
Worth glared at him from under her bangs. “Says the only person I know who owns Pitch Black on DVD.”
“Different kind of geek,” he said blandly, to watch her blush.
Just… no, I got nothing. Pitch Black, huh? I’m pretty sure that would make him a sci-fi geek. I have no idea what’s going on.
Chaz stood hip-shot against the rented SUV, his attention on the thin rectangle of polished metal and black glass in his hand.
Brady squinted at it through reflected sun. “Is that—”
"—an Adorable Overhyped Phone? Yes."
Okay, that’s actually quite good for an inside joke.
Brady flicked Lau a glance of his own, as tightly packed as a .zip file.
NO HE DID NOT. INCORRECT.
Ah well, looks like I’m the target demographic, at least: nerd jokes, sci-fi references, iPhones and cat photos, check. But don’t let that put you off.