"...I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here."
Just after I made my blog entry yesterday, a thunderstorm arrived, and I swear it has been raining almost continuously ever since. Our high today was only 8.1F, with a heat index of 85F. After the unusually hot, dry June and early July, we're jumped back to April.
Yeah, so...early this morning I finished Carrie. Then I sat down to write my little essay thing, and I did maybe five hundred words and hated it all. I'm just not very good at doing commentary of this sort. I never have been (though I have gotten worse over the years). I will try to give it another shot tomorrow. I know exactly what I want to say; it's juts trying to be born sideways and wrongside out.
I began reading Michael Benson's Space Odyssey: Stanley Kubrick, Arthur C. Clarke, and the Making of a Masterpiece
There was an utterly goofball movie last night, Dan Berk and Robert Olsen's Significant Other (2022). Ostensibly a first-contact horror SF film, it derails utterly about halfway through in the throws of an absolutely inexplicable identifty crisis. I do not recommend this turkey. A reviewer at The A.V. Club called it "far from a must-see," a sentiment with which I wholly agree. This afternoon's film was Alex Proyas' Dark City (1998), which is certainly the most underrated SF film of the 1990s, and maybe of a couple more decades than that. Even The Fifth Element (1997), also brilliant and so often misunderstood, gets more love.
I have a quote:
“But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.” ~ Robert Ardrey
So, we still have four copies of Vile Affections, $15 off, and the money would come in very hardy just now. So, please have a look. Already have a copy? They make great gifts.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:23 p.m.
Yeah, so...early this morning I finished Carrie. Then I sat down to write my little essay thing, and I did maybe five hundred words and hated it all. I'm just not very good at doing commentary of this sort. I never have been (though I have gotten worse over the years). I will try to give it another shot tomorrow. I know exactly what I want to say; it's juts trying to be born sideways and wrongside out.
I began reading Michael Benson's Space Odyssey: Stanley Kubrick, Arthur C. Clarke, and the Making of a Masterpiece
There was an utterly goofball movie last night, Dan Berk and Robert Olsen's Significant Other (2022). Ostensibly a first-contact horror SF film, it derails utterly about halfway through in the throws of an absolutely inexplicable identifty crisis. I do not recommend this turkey. A reviewer at The A.V. Club called it "far from a must-see," a sentiment with which I wholly agree. This afternoon's film was Alex Proyas' Dark City (1998), which is certainly the most underrated SF film of the 1990s, and maybe of a couple more decades than that. Even The Fifth Element (1997), also brilliant and so often misunderstood, gets more love.
I have a quote:
“But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.” ~ Robert Ardrey
So, we still have four copies of Vile Affections, $15 off, and the money would come in very hardy just now. So, please have a look. Already have a copy? They make great gifts.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:23 p.m.