05-21-2006, 12:29 PM
Last night I saw Ebert's review of the movie. He said "The Da Vinci Code is a good movie directed by Ron Howard based on a bad book written by Dan Brown."
Which serves as a wonderful seque into my trip to the vet.
Fudge, our little persian, needed her hair shaved off. The receptionist asked, "Do you want a lion cut? Leaving head and the tip of the tail unshaved?" I told her no, I wanted the exact opposite.
Anyway, while she was scrambling with the paperwork and giving me dirty looks, I sat down next to the mags. And son of a gun, there was an old Burroughs paperback, one of his Pellucidar series, with a Frazetta babe strutting her stuff on the cover.
Well, I had read a lot of Tarzan books and quite a few "of Mars" books of Burroughs back as a teenager, and it was time for another fix. So I flipped it open and read a passage. Good god, it was bad. A glitch, I thought, thumbing elsewhere. But nope, horrible. Absolutely horrible. I wish I had the book in hand to quote some phrases.
Now I'm afraid to revisit Stanislaw Lem.
On one final note, a coworker told me he was introducing his kids to some of the old science fiction and horror movies. He mentioned how they had trouble staying interested. But then he discovered Mystery Science Theater. That format helps the kids stay interested through the slow parts. Anyway, when he told me that Attack of the Giant Leeches was scheduled for that evening, I told him, "Oh, that's a great movie." "You've seen it?" he asked, sounding surprised. "Many times," I replied. "It's a classic."
Only now I'm not so sure. Suddenly I'm having doubts about my teenage opinions of everything.
--cranefly
Which serves as a wonderful seque into my trip to the vet.
Fudge, our little persian, needed her hair shaved off. The receptionist asked, "Do you want a lion cut? Leaving head and the tip of the tail unshaved?" I told her no, I wanted the exact opposite.
Anyway, while she was scrambling with the paperwork and giving me dirty looks, I sat down next to the mags. And son of a gun, there was an old Burroughs paperback, one of his Pellucidar series, with a Frazetta babe strutting her stuff on the cover.
Well, I had read a lot of Tarzan books and quite a few "of Mars" books of Burroughs back as a teenager, and it was time for another fix. So I flipped it open and read a passage. Good god, it was bad. A glitch, I thought, thumbing elsewhere. But nope, horrible. Absolutely horrible. I wish I had the book in hand to quote some phrases.
Now I'm afraid to revisit Stanislaw Lem.
On one final note, a coworker told me he was introducing his kids to some of the old science fiction and horror movies. He mentioned how they had trouble staying interested. But then he discovered Mystery Science Theater. That format helps the kids stay interested through the slow parts. Anyway, when he told me that Attack of the Giant Leeches was scheduled for that evening, I told him, "Oh, that's a great movie." "You've seen it?" he asked, sounding surprised. "Many times," I replied. "It's a classic."
Only now I'm not so sure. Suddenly I'm having doubts about my teenage opinions of everything.
--cranefly
I'm nobody's pony.