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| Saturday, July 11th, 2009 |
nihilistic_kid
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10:42a |
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nick_kaufmann
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11:19a |
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nihilistic_kid
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8:08a |
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steve_vernon
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6:49a |
Whew. It's been a while since I've posted anything here. The new job is going well. I've finished my five weeks of training and my first week of a three week transition to the floor. I'll be at Little Mysteries today, for my second last Saturday working there. At noon today, on my lunch hour, I'll be signing at Woozles for a half hour or so. Tomorrow, (Sunday), I'll be signing at the Halifax Shopping Centre Coles outlet from noon to two, and I'll be out at the Chain Lake Chapters from three to five. Hope to see you there. Steve |
| Friday, July 10th, 2009 |
moschus
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7:22p |
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nihilistic_kid
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2:03p |
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artemiswinter
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2:31p |
Sugar High
Last night I came across Empire Records (one of my favorite nineties movies - I confess) and watched a bit of it before bed. Today I give you a couple of my favorite music scenes from the movie. So happy Friday, all and enjoy a Sugar High this weekend, eh? Current Mood:  okayCurrent Music: Sugar High - Empire Records |
marcy_italiano
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2:25p |
Katrina Feedback
"Your book arrived yesterday, which is amazingly quick. I didn’t go pick up the mail until about 6:00 p.m. and I was going to start it last night. Then I let (my wife) have a look and she gobbled it up. I haven’t seen her read a book in probably 5 or 6 years – she’s usually so busy or tired at night – but she ran off to bed and read the entire book front to back. She loved it, Marcy, and told me to tell you how incredible she thought it was. She couldn’t stop or put it down until she knew the whole story. Now it’s my turn. I’ll hopefully get to it today and give you my thoughts soon too. Just wanted to get on here and let you know it arrived and what (my wife) thought." -- Anonymous (Okay *I* know who it is, obviously, but the haven't-read-much-person stays anonymous.) Wonderful words. Thank you so much. Help me sell the first 100 copies in one month, about 20 more by July 15th! Spread the word! |
princessalethea
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12:31p |
Sk8er Girl: In a Post MJ World
Kitti announced a last-minute impromptu skate nite last night, and since I desperately needed another activity that wasn't running I jumped all over it. It seems horrid to say, but Michael Jackson's death improved the quality of the music at the rink. I knew maybe 30% of the songs this time, instead of the usual 10%. Shame, though, that they wimped out and cut off "Smooth Criminal" right after the "bloodstains on the carpet" line. Idjits. But Kitti and I still had fun, so I'm not complaining. But the day they actually PLAY a Green Day song I will have a flippin' party. And despite being wary about how I'd feel, my knees held up quite well. I concentrated on my form (not doing anything fancy) and I skated admirably for over an hour. I did not, however, skate THIS admirably: |
docbrite
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12:21p |
Leavin' On A Jet Plane
I'm at the gate posting on my iPhone. Nolagoraphobia fairly well controlled by -pams. The fuckers at security made me toss not just my $1 hairspray, which I didn't care about except now my hair will be all floppy at Alinea, but also my expensive tea rose perfume. Yep, I could have taken out the captain with that shit. Thank you, "terrists." |
nihilistic_kid
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8:32a |
Mock Up on Mu
It's 2019 and L. Ron Hubbard has the tech. He owns the friggin' MOON, or much of it anyway, but he needs more workers to build a great pyramid of waste plutonium (The Mu Pu Pile!) and so hatches a master plan. Only the recently unbrainwashed Agent C and occultist and rocket scientist Jack Parsons, sixty years after faking his own death, can stop him...thanks to the power of sex magick love. Utilizing found footage from Flash Gordon serials, documentaries and educational films, and even North by Northwest, collage filmmaker Craig Baldwin presents in thirteen parts Hubbard's attempt to use Marjorie Cameron (Parsons's real-life former wife) to blackmail "Lockheed Martin" (here an individual) into building a spaceport right off the Vegas strip—plenty of people who need "clearing" and will fall for trillion year contracts there—by getting some pics of him wearing a bra. Martin needs Parsons' formula for perfectly reflective mirrors to create space lasers that will expand and cement American hegemony over the world. Parsons is nearly killed, but escapes, and after Cameron has an encounter with Aleister Crowley—he lives with the mole people and mutants in an underground lair—she saves the wounded Parsons and together they and all the mutants, beatniks and hippies rise up to destroy the weapons of mass destruction. Let love rule, baby. If you're familiar with Parsons (the subject of two biographies that I know of) Mock Up on Mu can actually drag a bit. In addition to collage, Baldwin has filmed actors and built sets and whatnot. Using video and non-synced 16mm film we get a lot of dialogue (voiced by actors other than those on screen) and backstories and even a biography-cum-catechism of Cameron's life as explored by Crowley. The acting isn't great and some of the dialogue—at one point Cameron punctuates Hubbard's megalomanic plan-making by announcing the titles of seemingly apropos films and shows ("Dr Who?" "I Am a Camera" etc)—is a bit silly. The new footage works best when Baldwin uses various rear projection techniques to hint at movement, large crowds, and the surveillance state by mixing stock footage and new material and showing off the seams. The layering of effect is haunting and occasionally hilarious. As a ritual experience, Mock Up is the teensiest bit too long as well. Sort of like church with a stammering priest. The collages, which allow for and celebrates rapidly shifting identities and also a secret history of rocketry, the military-industrial complex, and Hollywood, absolutely soar. They soar relatively speaking too, given the casting. Michelle Silva (Cameron) Kal Spelletich (who does look like Parsons) and Damon Packard (Hubbard) are all avant-garde filmmakers in their own rights, but only Spelletich has much screen presence as a performer. (Crowley is played by stock footage.) Radical comedian and occasional actor Stoney Burke plays Lockheed Martin very well, but he's not on screen so much. Geniuses have minor works too. All film, except perhaps for Transformers, is ultimately an exercise in logistics, a battle against finite time and dwindling resources. Sometimes less is more and attempts at more is too much. Avant-garde epic-slash-epoch making is hard, man. Having said that, Mock Up on Mu is dizzying and often laugh-out-loud funny. It's certainly the best two hours of science fiction I've seen in a movie theater in several years. (For fantasy, I'd still say The Fall, which not surprisingly I also saw at the worker-owned Red Vic, is the recent best.) It's the best film I've seen this year. Actually, given the collage, it's the best 200 films I've seen this year. |
dark_towhead
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10:12a |
"You don't know us, Jesus, but we're taking your Second Coming ass down!"
In the mood for a movie that's ludicrous, hilarious, wonderfully off-beat, intensely creative, and fiercely independent? Then give Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter (2001) a try. Yes, you read that title correctly. Eminently quotable, punk beyond belief, and made super cheap, JCVH is a strange experience. Vampires are attacking the lesbians of Ottowa (Quoth JC: "Why lesbians? What harm have the daughters of Sappho ever done?"), and the beleaguered Church must fall back onto the one person who can stop them, Jesus Christ. What follows is a cavalcade of curious sidekicks [including a pistol packing, lycra jumpsuit wearing combat-nun (?) Mary Magnum and super tough luchadore El Santo] and adversaries [vampires who can mysteriously walk around in the daytime sun and a veritable clown car of violent atheists(the source of the Subject line quote)], as Jesus puts the smackdown on all that is baaaad. Along the way there are musical numbers, a curious sermon on the mount, and Jesus getting both a haircut and a set of "more urban" threads. O. M. G. It's a no-budget Canadian diy production (and this shows), but it's a real treat. Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter is a strangely satisfying cure for the predominantly boring summer of uber-big budget snooze fests. Current Mood:  amused |
dark_towhead
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9:44a |
Can a Movie Be Too Suspenseful?
If so, then that movie must be 1977's Sorcerer (directed by William Friedkin). Taking its inspiration from French novel/film The Wages of Fear, this film is a slowly building thriller following four men from different nationalities stuck for various reasons in a hellhole, working town in South America. Chance throws them a bone, however, in the form of the dangerous task of driving crates of oooold dynamite (the nitroglycerine has begun to sweat out, making any jostle or thump a dangerous proposition) 200 miles across the roughest roads imaginable. The first hour or so is a somewhat meandering, visual-heavy feast of character and situation establishment, and the last hour tackles the actual driving. That drive is a truly intense piece of cinema, and T was squirming throughout. This pieces combine to form a flawed, beautiful film. Thank you ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) haceldama and las for this recommendation. It's certainly the best Friedkin movie I've seen (better than The Exorcist, the New Twilight Zone ep version of "Nightcrawlers", or the lamentable, awful-except-for-Linda-Fiorentino Jade). Now, I'll have to show T the original Wages of Fear (1957) to see which movie she likes better. Current Mood:  thoughtful |
marcy_italiano
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9:56a |
Fibromyalgia Brain NOT Inhibiting Pain
I just read this in a newsletter, and I'll cut little bits out: "Physicians are accustomed to treating pain and other symptoms that they can objectively measure, and this presents a major obstacle for people with fibromyalgia (FM). While pain is supposed to be a warning signal, it has become permanent in the absence of any sign of tissue injury in people with FM. However, a recent medical report provides evidence that the pain of FM is not controlled by emotional factors. In fact, functional MRI (fMRI) shows that the pain processing centers become less active when a painful stimulus is applied to the thumb. This is the opposite of what happens in healthy control subjects. Although previous brain imaging studies have shown that sensory inputs to the central nervous system are magnified, the design of the current study was to focus on the pain inhibitory process. This system originates in the brain to release pain-fighting substances into the spinal cord to filter out or tone down the impact of incoming painful stimuli. Studies have shown that it doesn’t work in FM patients... When the pain felt by each person (in the study) was the same (a rating of 5), the activity of the brain regions that pertain to the emotional and sensory processing of the pain was the same in the FM group as the healthy group. This strongly argues against the possibility that emotional factors are somehow causing FM patients to perceive pain as more intense. (BUT!) Looking at the brain activity for the entire range of pain ratings was most revealing. Ordinarily, brain activity increases in response to a pain stimulus, but this was not the case for people with FM. Painful stimuli lead to reduced activity in the brainstem, anterior cingulate cortex, and thalamus (the three major areas that make up the inhibitory pain system in the brain). Clearly, there is an imbalance in FM patients between incoming pain signals and the necessary activation of the brain centers to counteract or inhibit the pain. This imbalance is partly responsible for the increased pain sensitivity in FM, and the authors suggest that this brain imaging technique be used to determine if the inhibitory system balance can be restored with medications." --- My brain is uninhibited? :P I also saw this about Short-Term Memory: "Have you ever walked into a room to retrieve something specific when someone interrupts and asks you a question? You answer the question but forgot why you originally went into the room. Does it seem you can accomplish routine tasks very efficiently, but you tend to forget what you just read or the name of the person you were just introduced to, especially if you are distracted?... Fibro patients lose new information that is presented verbally at a rate of 44 percent greater than non-FM people who claim to have memory problems, and three times greater than healthy normal people. However, without distractions, they found the short-term verbal memory of FM patients is normal... Leavitt believes the act of repetition and rehearsal mechanisms in the brain are intact for FM patients and play an important role in managing distraction. "The retention of repeated information interrupted by a source of distraction is normal in patients with FM, indicating that distraction does not disrupt memory for 'well-rehearsed' information at a rate that is very similar to a healthy population following a distraction." Leavitt and Katz think the culprit for the poor recall on the ACT test with FM patients very well may be a "weak memory trace" due to a shorter amount of processing time. In previous studies, the researchers noted that FM patients take milliseconds longer to verbally identify objects compared to healthy subjects. So when patients are spending a bit more time processing one task, they may be short-changing themselves when trying to embed a second task into memory. If they are immediately distracted following the second task, their short-term memory processes are further abbreviated... While additional research and other variables such as sleep, fatigue, and pain need to be considered, the theory may account for your fibro-fog. In the meantime, Leavitt and Katz suggests that FM patients who wish to improve their ability to remember might want to review a few times what they need to recall later to create a solid, long-term memory. “Adding rehearsal practice seems to make up for losses in processing time and creates a durable memory trace that is available for later recall and less affected by distraction. One way to support memory in patients with FM may be added rehearsal." --- I think I've done this naturally, obsessively repeating things in my head for as long as I can remember. Interesting stuff... I'm going to get some work done today, play with the kids, chill out with G tonight. Tomorrow is my signing at the mall so I'm going to make a sign and stuff. Oh, and Nick told me NY is getting Timmies! Congrats to NY!! |
mssrcrankypants
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7:05a |
Readercon 20
I'll be at Readercon 20 in Burlington, MA, all day today and about the first half of tomorrow. This was a last-minute decision, so I didn't put in for any programming this year. If the scheduling gods don't mess with me three years in a row, I hope to attend the whole con and serve on a panel or two next year. But this time around, I'm hoping to catch up with folks I haven't seen in a year or more, including Laird Barron, Ellen Datlow, Jeff Ford, Peter Straub, and Gary Wolfe. I'm looking forward to meeting Stephen Graham Jones for the first time; his novel Demon Theory just blew me away. It looks like a terrific line-up of panels and guests, with many former GoHs in attendance. This year's Guests of Honor are Elizabeth Hand and Greer Gilman, and the Shirley Jackson Awards will be presented on Sunday in the late morning. I really wish I could be there for the ceremony, but that just couldn't be worked out this year. Stop on by if you can. Current Mood:  excited |
| Thursday, July 9th, 2009 |
moschus
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10:32p |
fire, apocalypse, and ducks
Yesterday I was planning my afternoon's writing session when I padded barefoot into the kitchen and overheard the housekeeper and one of the nannies talking about a fire. The kitchen has floor-to-ceiling windows facing northwest -- which sounds nice, and is, except it makes the eating area very bright and very warm at certain times of day -- and I looked out past the yard and pool to see smoke billowing up from beyond yonder hills. Not just smoke -- "Was that flame?" I said. Because I've seen smoke before: one summer there was a fire somewhere else in the near-distance and I absently watched the columns of smoke from my bedroom windows while I revised LORD OF BONES sitting cross-legged on my bed*. But then I saw it again -- I believe I said something along the lines of "Holy shit" -- as fire jetted up behind the hills and disappeared. The smoke shifted to the right and I stood there, transfixed, glad the kids were at school (the older boys all the way over in Culver City), until I saw the flames again, this time chasing each other up the hillside in the direction opposite the house. Key word being opposite. I went upstairs to the little balcony facing the same direction and took these photos:   What you can't see -- or hear -- are the helicopters. For the next couple of hours I listened to the chop-chop-chopping sounds as they traced the line of the horizon and moved in and out of the smoke. Once I made sure that the fire was continuing to not head in our direction, I of course thought the logical thing -- I should put this on twitter and facebook! -- and searched Twitter for news more up-to-the-moment than the stuff on the LA Times website. Which is how I learned that the Sepulveda Pass was on fire and a school in Brentwood had been evacuated as well as the Getty ("Oh no!" somebody tweeted. "Not the Getty!" While someone else -- clearly some jaded Los Angeleno who has been here many years -- tweeted a casual, "Looks bad. I hope they put this fire out soon, it's getting smoky up here"). I texted my friend who lives in west Bel Air** to ask her how close she was to the fire and if she and the dogs were okay. One of her dogs recently survived a coyote attack; all he needed was the additional trauma of smoke and fire smells and helicopters. She texted back to report that she was "leaving the house now". Meanwhile I couldn't see the flames anymore and the smoke had lightened and lessened, no longer the blooming mushroom cloud. "Looks like they're getting a handle on it," I was able, and thankful, to tell her. They extinguished the fire not long after, but had to shut down part of Sepulveda and some I-405 off-ramps, which meant traffic in my area became a freaking nightmare. I'd expressed to a friend how glad I was that an appointment I had downtown -- my naturalization interview, last stage of the application process to become a US citizen -- happened to fall on the day before, instead of the day of, the Michael Jackson memorial service held at a nearby stadium which would make the area a nightmare to navigate. Only to find myself in a gridlock of cars that took me close to an hour to travel what is usually a ten-minute distance home. I listened to music and tried to Zen out and thought about fires: a fire last fall that happened not far from my friend's west Bel Air house late at night, helicopters waking me from where I slept in the guest bedroom, or the fire that happened years ago that destroyed my actress friend's childhood home and which she had vividly described to me, or the fire in a distant valley that rained ash in the Brentwood neighborhood where I was doing lunges with my trainer along the sidewalk. Los Angeles: city on the edge of the continent, gang violence and earthquakes and mudslides and fire. Tilt the city one way, and you've got style and privilege and luxury, lifting your eyes from the traffic on Santa Monica to gaze at the hills and the palm trees; tilt it another, and you've got apocalypse. * I have a desk now. And a filing cabinet. And three stacking paper trays. I barely recognize myself. ** The 'neighborhood' of Bel Air is composed of miles of rambling canyons and hillsides stretching east to west. You tell people you live by either East Gate or West Gate. The white colonial house used in Prince of Bel Air -- remember that show? -- is down near East Gate and has a gorgeous forested property complete with creek, which means in spring you sometimes have to stop your car to let a duck and her ducklings waddle across the road. |
| Friday, July 10th, 2009 |
darkfluidity
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1:22a |
website's back!
Hey, the website's up again. Only took them three whole days to fix whatever broke there. {sigh} I'll catch up the photos (which have still been ongoing and can, if you wish, be found on my flickr account) tomorrow. |
| Thursday, July 9th, 2009 |
westonochse
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8:27p |
Cover Mockup for Empire of Salt
Hey all of you heathens out there. Wanna go swimming? Wanna see what's lurking at the bottom of the Salton Sea, the setting for my forthcoming Zombie novel, Empire of Salt? Here's a cover mock-up (probably not the final text) for the book which is due out in January in mass market paperback. Plan is to release it in the UK first and then North America next. Empire of Salt will be published by Abaddon Books |
greygirlbeast
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9:30p |
The Red Tree, Live
This will likely be my last chance to make a blog entry before ReaderCon. I have a 4 p.m. panel, which means we need to leave the house around 1 p.m. I feel like I haven't stopped moving all day, and I think Spooky's done twice as much as me. Anyway... Thanks in large part to scarletboi, the CRK website has been revamped for The Red Tree. Please do note that the video clip that's up now is not one of the two planned book trailers. Those will come later. Meanwhile, these short clips will be changing every few days. Please, please feel free to post about the website redesign in your own LJs, Facebook accounts, Twitter, or wherever. Every little bit helps. Every single copy of the book that sells helps (and pre-orders are especially important). Spread the word. I will be very grateful. There's actually a lot I wish I had time to blog about, such as the discovery of a wonderful new armored, terrestrial crocodylomorph that has been dubbed Armadillosuchus arrudai, from the Cretaceous of Brazil. Awesome beast. And lots of other stuff. But there's still packing to be done. Hope to see you at ReaderCon, and please do have a look at the new website. Okay, I gotta go. The platypus is wailing, "No sleep 'til Burlington!" at the top of hisherits voice, and, soon, the neighbors will begin to complain. Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: Moby, "Study War" |
marcy_italiano
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9:12p |
THE SOUND OF BUILDING COFFINS by Louis Maistros
YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK. Reading THE SOUND OF BUILDING COFFINS is like watching a black rose bloom...and then die. A beautiful story that is obviously told by a musician, I cried more than once. I cried as a mother, as a lover of New Orleans and as someone who has heard "the sound of building coffins". The characters are wonderful and I fell in love with most of them. I had to keep turning the pages to know what was going to happen next. The language and the history is not only accurate, but *authentic* and inviting. It will touch your heart as you visit the darkest places full of magic and mourning. I love this book. I can't recommend it enough. Here's the website which has ordering information: http://www.louismaistros.110mb.com/home.html(Actually, there's more on his site than I realized, I'll have to read more when I have time.) |
jeffstrand
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7:43p |
My Precious...
A couple of weeks ago I had a layover at the Chicago O'Hare airport, during which I purchased this.  I'm headed to Chicago tomorrow morning, and it WILL be mine again. Oh, yes, my sweet, you will be mine. All mine. Not that exact one. That would be gross. But one very much like it...or even better. Oh yes. |
docbrite
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4:15p |
Have A Drink, Babe!
As of today, The Green Goddess officially has its liquor license! Swing by 307 Exchange Alley and have a Green Fuse, a Sultan's Dream, or one of their many other delicious specialty cocktails to celebrate. If you do not imbibe of the grain and the grape, they have lots of virgin cocktails too. Me, I'm off to eat "transparency of raspberry and yogurt" and "black truffle explosion," along with twenty-one other tiny fabulous things. |
nick_kaufmann
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4:13p |
Writing Opportunity: Is Anyone Going to Comic Con This Year?
Is anyone planning to attend the San Diego Comic Con this year and also a fan of The Prisoner? My friends at AMCtv.com, the website of the AMC cable movie channel, are looking for a writer who'd be interested in covering their Comic Con Prisoner panel on July 24, which will include actor Jim Caviezel and others involved in the new miniseries, for AMC's SciFi Scanner blog. If you're interested, please contact me at nkaufmann AT nyc DOT rr DOT com and I'll put you in touch. Thanks! |
mssrcrankypants
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2:28p |
I'm Not ALWAYS Spock
Sometimes I forget how much Leonard Nimoy informed my childhood. My father and I watched reruns of the real Star Trek together from the time I was in elementary school, and I think I even took him to  a showing of Wrath of Khan (and maybe Search for Spock, too). Spock was cool, collected, super-strong, super-smart, and had the wicked nerve pinch everone I knew tried on their friends. In a lot of ways, he was more superhero than sidekick, despite Kirk's leading role. But when I was in middle school, I would catch Channel 38 or 56 or someone showing reruns of Mission: Impossible in the afternoons. Everyone thinks of Peter Graves (or, more depressingly, Tom Cruise) when they hear that DUM-dum-dum-da-DA-dant opening beat, but fans never forget Nimoy as Paris, mysterious magician and master of disguise, and way cooler even than Martin Landau's Rollin Hand. Once again, Nimoy's character seemed to possess powers beyond even his fellow super-spies. Nimoy was also the voice of In Search Of..., a show that helped to cement my interest in the supernatural and horrific (along with Kolchak: The Night Stalker, issues of Famous Monsters of Filmland, and the films that showed on Channel 56's Creature Double Feature on Saturday afternoons). Everything sounded so plausible when intoned by Nimoy, his precise inflections and gravelly gravitas lending credibility to the most outrageous footage of voodoo, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and everything else. I ate that show up. These three series are part of the backbone of my weird childhood, and Nimoy was at the center of each. So, you know, thanks Len. Of course Nimoy's done a whole lot else in his career, and when I stumbled across "The 10 Awesomest Things Leonard Nimoy Has Done That Have Nothing To Do with Spock" at the Topless Robot blog, I just had to show my appreciation. Current Mood:  nostalgic |
dark_towhead
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12:26p |
When Good Characters Go On Too Long . . .
42) Vanilla Ride by Joe R. Lansdale (Knopf, 2009, 243 pages) I have been looking forward to this book -- the seventh in the East Texas Mayhem series (my name, other folks call it the Hap and Leonard series, after its protags Hap Collins and Leonard Pine) -- for some time, since like most series readers, I enjoy catching up with old friends. That Lansdale combination of thrills and raunchy dialogue are here, as are the insights into this quirky, often funny thing called life. There's a plot involving an organization of crooks called the Dixie Mafia, some dumb assed small timers, some nasty bigger timers, some crooked cops, and a few familiar faces from Lansdale's other crime/suspense works. What's not present is either notable character development or actual suspense. Now those are two big strikes for me. This is the first Joe R. Lansdale novel I have stopped reading halfway through and debated returning to the store. I persevered, for better or worse. Last year's Leather Maiden I enjoyed, though the plotting felt a little too similar to other Lansdale works. The characters were a treat, and the book went some seriously dark places. Lost Echoes, as well, had a strong air of the familiar to it, but there were enough characters coping with an intriguing supernatural angle that I enjoyed finding out more. Always, Lansdale's narrators offer some gems about the human condition. The novel starts with Hap and Leonard being asked to do a favor for a friend. His granddaughter has fallen in with a bad crowd, and her current beau is beating on her. Would Hap and Leonard go bring her home? They agree, and an asswhippin' decides plenty. From there, we get the inevitable retribution, first from the thugs themselves, then from their gangster type bosses. Finally, the baddies call for some outside help, in the form of a particularly mean-spirited assassin. Along the way, Hap and Leonard get mixed up with the FBI and go fishing. The ending of the book is a gentle lead in to the eighth volume in the series, due out next year. Maybe that book will hold a better payoff than this one. Big maybe, that. As I read, I kept hoping Vanilla Ride would catch a little of the magic that so enchanted me with Savage Season, Mucho Mojo, and Two Bear Mambo. Alas, nope. Perhaps I was expecting too much? Maybe so, but oh well. I laughed a bit and I turned the pages, yet I was not fully entertained. Current Mood:  disappointed |
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