MRI Day 2

 Literature is the most agreeable way of avoiding life.
~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

I’m in complete agreement. Oh, sure, sure, there are myriad ways to, at least temporarily, escape this tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. There’s music. There’s painting and pottery. Sitting on the beach at sunrise, listening to the waves roll in—that can do the trick too. All that’s great but with my banjaxed audio and essential tremors, kinda not possible now. Still, I can sit on the shore at sunrise and watch the waves and I can still doodle.

He once watched her strangle a vampire to death with its own severed hand.
~ James J. Butcher, Dead Man’s Hand

While garroting your victim with their own flesh mitt, is a decidedly punk rock kind of murder method, I have a couple questions.
You can strangle vampires and that’ll kill them? I thought vamps only achieved the final dirt nap by way of direct sunlight, holy water poisoning or a stake through the heart. Did I miss an update?

Also, murder done with the bloodsucker’s very own severed hand? I suppose that would put paid to leaving ones own incriminating fingerprints laying about. Still, kinda over the top and pretentiously heartless, in’it?

You must excuse me now, I’m off to MGH Imaging in Chelsea for my big fun MRI-a-thon (TWO hours, count 'em TWO). 

Too bad I can’t read while scanning.