Last night was the season premiere of Haven, Syfy's show based on Stephen King's The Colorado Kid (and loosely on everything else he's ever written, as witness the small boy chasing a paper boat down the street in the opening scenes). I love this show. I was excited all week about its return. I chased my mother out of the house so I could finish ( Read more... )

* MEDICAL: I still have back problems. This really shouldn’t be news to anyone who’s been here for more than fifteen minutes. On the plus side, we’ve got me on some new medications that seem to be working very, very well. Well enough, in fact, that my focus has been shot for the past several days because I didn’t know how to cope with the fact ( Read more... )

Dear Stephen King ( Read more... )

1. Chris took one for the team in a big, big way last night, when I made him watch all of Flu Bird Horror, which was, I swear, written by pulling plot twists out of a big hat. Actually, that would explain a lot of what goes on in Science-Fiction Channel original movies ( Read more... )

I have fabulous friends. I know this is true for a great many reasons, only some of which relate to their refusal to let me create immuno-depressant smallpox just because my comic book store didn't get the new issue of Hack/Slash when I expected it, but today, I have fabulous friends due to something very specific. Two somethings ( Read more... )

A little boy chases a boat through a storm ( Read more... )

Sometimes, summarization lessens a work. Other times, it can elevate it. Or, at least, cause me to laugh so hard that Diet Dr Pepper comes out of my nose and I don't mind. Because dammit, it was worth it. I give you the Book-A-Minute summarization of the collected works of Stephen King:

Because sometimes, you just don't have time to read the ( Read more... )

[SCENE: I am sitting quietly on the BART train, peacefully reading my novel du jour -- specifically, The Stand, by Stephen King. I'm all stressed out, and King helps. A GUY who rides the train with me almost every day is sitting across from me ( Read more... )

I love the fact that no matter what we're discussing here in the wild wastelands of (Africa) my journal, whether it be politics or movies or funny things our cats have done or the amount of physical agony I happen to be in, it can reliably devolve/evolve into discussion of ( Read more... )

So I was sitting on the BART train yesterday, chewing my way through my current re-read of IT like a particularly happy zombie chewing through the doors of a shopping mall, when I hit a little snag. Namely, I reached page 774, turned to what should have been page 775 ( Read more... )