Raw Spuds
28 November 1998
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Raw Spuds
28 November 1998
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I have to find a dentist. There's a hole in the side of one of my molars that's big enough to have its own tollgate. I hate this business of finding medical people, though, I have terrible luck with it. The last five doctors & dentists I've gone to see through insurance have either retired, left the state, quit practicing medicine or died. I'm not kidding. Maybe I should send a letter around, asking for a small fee to NOT go see people. I don't ask much, really. Just nitrous for cleanings. And office visits. And those days when I just have some time on my hands. And the other days...
As I feared, I've overused Sparky's, and the excellent meals of yore have proved to be exceptions, not the rule. What the hell, by the way, does the phrase "the exception that proves the rule" mean, anyway? I'm willing to concede that it has some meaning, but it escapes me. I thought I'd understand all of those sayings when I got older. But anyway. It's a sad day when a restaurant can make Boston Market look appetizing. And bloody learn to cook potatoes already!! God damn.
As you might guess, seeing as this was a high point of the day, I didn't do too much. Sleep, book shopping, eat, movie. I was going to go see The Siege, but the bus took too long to show up, so I got off halfway and went to A Bug's Life instead. Verdict: Eh. It's all right, and the backgrounds are incredible. The light has a wonderful quality to it. But the character animation, storyline, writing, all was just basic Disney movie stuff. I imagine that it is something of a tribute to the advancement of the digital art that it more or less looks like any other animated movie, in a way. Certainly, the older digital films were much more about "wow! we did this on a COMPUTER!" I haven't seen Antz, I should mention, and am in no hurry to do so. Woody Allen as a neurotic ant, eh.
No Star Wars trailer, either. Just the usual glut of heartwarming (read "nauseating") holiday movies. Coming this Christmas - the horror that is ... Stepmom.
I picked up a copy of The Norton Anthology of Science Fiction at the bookstore this evening, probably just from amazement. A genuine Norton Anthology, edited by someone who's not a fool (Ursula le Guin), with actual stories I recognize! Written since 1970, some of them! Many, in fact. I suppose it's a mark of how long it's been since I was in college, probably there are a lot of decent SF courses taught these days. I remember when it was all Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Jack London, and Ray Bradbury. This one, though, gosh. Bruce Sterling, Cordwainer Smith, Philip K. Dick, Howard Waldrop, even Connie Willis. Anything that might lead more eyeballs to ... To Say Nothing of The Dog is a public service of high value, in my, er, book.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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