Friday, September 24, 2010

Hearts in Atlantis/I Heart Nerds.

Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King. Yeah, I should have just listened to Donald on this one; it wasn't great at all. Donald is author of Blessed Are The Geeks  and makes me giggle regularly with things like this:

"Dolores Claiborne
Never read it.  Or, at least, if I did, I have no memory of it at all. I've also never shopped at Liz Claiborne."

He randomly dismissed it. I will also dismiss it, but not without fully offering an explanation which will serve to do nothing other than allow me to ramble aimlessly at the keyboard. 

I think I didn't dig this very much because I just can't get into the sixties, even though very interesting things happened during them. That's what this book was about, mostly. I wasn't alive then, my parents, who were, didn't ever tell me any stories from their time, and honestly, I didn't even know anything about Viet Nam until I saw Platoon, Apocalypse Now, and Forrest Gump. I don't know if any of my high school teachers really got into this or if I was just too off in my head to actually pay attention; all I remember from my senior social class was making a list of similarities between the Lincoln and Kennedy assassinations, which was kind of neat, but not very important in the run of things. 

It just wasn't for me, and that's fine. And for the record, I think I like King's writing best during his alcoholic and coke years. This collection could have used a good 8-ball, I think.

Moving On: Comcast has Movie Collections on demand, it's probably the only cool thing they've ever done. This week? I HEART NERDS (I do, actually. I totally had the hots for Wyatt on Weird Science, when I was ten, no lie.)

 So it was Grandma's Boy ("do you think she *invented* the hand-job?"), 

Weird Science ("the booze hounds return!"), 

and the crown jewel, REVENGE OF THE NERDSSee, this sort of thing? This is my sixties, baby. Betty Childs. Atari. Prince. Asimov fonts. If I could make this whole blog Atari and Asimov with some Dharma Initiative stuff thrown in, I'd do it. Well, actually I'll rephrase that and say if my husband wasn't always working and had time to mess around with my silly, cosmetic blog changes, I'd make HIM do it.

Yeah, there were other important things probably going on. But when have I ever lived in the real world? As soon as I figure out how to INCEPTION myself a new one with no nukes, no war, and no starving children,  I'll get right on it. In the meantime. . .