Not a review so much as a collection of anecdotes. I think I first saw this movie in my teens; I’m not sure. Maybe not all of it. But that was when I lived in Canada. I watched it again about fifteen years ago, when I had moved to Utah, and had just finished working…
Does it yet wave?
For the past several years, my practice on Independence Day is to repost (with tweaks as they present themselves) an essay honoring America that I wrote a while back and didn’t think I could top. Then the server crash wiped out everything on my blog, and with the press of other projects I haven’t even…
Beware the head!
I’ve been working on this for several weeks, off and on. The lawn may not best the best backdrop, alas. That head is fully head-sized. I’ll have this for sale at Steamfest. Not sure about the price yet.
On this day…
…fully two decades past, a rather bright and wise young lady of my acquaintance, in a stunning lapse of judgment, followed through on the commitment she had made several months before to marry me. It is probably the worst decision she ever made for her own welfare; it is the best one she ever made…
That honest dialog on race and racism that we’re all supposed to have.
Yes, I know. There’s no way I can address this subject without sticking my foot in it, which is why “have a dialog on race” has become synonymous with “shut your piehole because anything you say, someone’s going to take as evidence that you’re racist.” Nevertheless. This post’s proximate cause is one small channel in…
Speaking of birthdays.
Monday, June 24th is mine (as well as my twentieth wedding anniversary). Oh, and I’ve finally got my Amazon Wish List up in the widgets over to the right. Is there a connection between the two facts? Hmm…
As of today…
…I am the father of a nineteen-year-old. It’s like the sole intent of the very concept of time is to force me to think of myself as “old” before I’m good and ready. (Happy birthday, Alex!)
Salt City Steamfest.
It’s official: I’ll be in the Artists Alley at Salt City Steamfest, July 26-28, which, despite the name, is being held about 20 miles north of downtown Salt Lake City — which is good for me, since it’s less than ten miles from my house. (However, this year’s facility — the Davis County Conference Center…
Why can I not buy anything I want? IS THIS NOT AMERICA???
The promise of universal availability in this, the commerce-driven twenty-first century, has let me down. I didn’t even realize that this would be hard to purchase: all I wanted was a plastic model of a human embryo/fetus, for one of my model projects. Actually, what I really wanted — and thought that someone must manufacture…
And in other eldritch news…
Yesterday I finished the clean-up draft of my story for Space Eldritch 2, “Full Dark.” As I’m the editor for the project, I’m letting volunteers among the other participants whip it into shape.