Hmm, this posting idea is getting kind of addictive..
So Michael Crichton died yesterday. Which, first of all, I only figured out through an old RA's facebook status. Shameful. And with him went all hopes I had of reading another Jurassic Park book. Because two (or three?) really isn't enough. There is so much more rascaly mischief that a pack of hungry and overly intelligent velociraptors could get into! Or we could explore those crazy small things that hop and spit out poison! I'm outraged. How dare he die without publishing at least a couple more books?! I would even have accepted a couple non-JP related novels. Frankly, Airframe and State of Fear were damn awesome.
It's depressing to think that there will likely never again be that amount of concentrated awesome in the adventure/sci fi literary genre again. Stephen King doesn't count at all and in my opinion isn't half as good with plottiness and wicked awesome technology. Ah well. Le sigh.
Perhaps I shall have to do a film retrospective, in honor of his death. Also, any occasion is a good occasion to watch dinosaurs maul and wreak havoc on ignorant humans.
On a side note, if I react this strongly to Michael Crichton dying, I'm definitely going to need a personal day when Lemony Snicket dies. And for Lois Lowry. And even Lynsay Sands. Luckily, Jane Austen is long since dead or I might have been tempted to do something drastic when she died.
(this is what should happen to all SUV's. Can you imagine, just a couple T-Rex *nom nom noms* and all of Fresno would be reverting to the eco-friendly bicycle method of transportation.)
It's depressing to think that there will likely never again be that amount of concentrated awesome in the adventure/sci fi literary genre again. Stephen King doesn't count at all and in my opinion isn't half as good with plottiness and wicked awesome technology. Ah well. Le sigh.
Perhaps I shall have to do a film retrospective, in honor of his death. Also, any occasion is a good occasion to watch dinosaurs maul and wreak havoc on ignorant humans.
On a side note, if I react this strongly to Michael Crichton dying, I'm definitely going to need a personal day when Lemony Snicket dies. And for Lois Lowry. And even Lynsay Sands. Luckily, Jane Austen is long since dead or I might have been tempted to do something drastic when she died.
(this is what should happen to all SUV's. Can you imagine, just a couple T-Rex *nom nom noms* and all of Fresno would be reverting to the eco-friendly bicycle method of transportation.)