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Slow motion...
Feb. 13th, 2004 07:22 pmToday was, without a doubt, better than yesterday, but a far sight from my 100% level. If things don't improve markedly by Monday, I think I'll go ask the doc to run some tests.
I made another batch of Don't Look, Just Add It To The Pot soup today, and had two bowls. Indeed my appetite seems to be almost back at full strength, which is not necessarily a good thing, but I'm not complaining. My primary beef has to do with the ease with which I tire when I do anything more demanding than stare at the tube.
Today, I watched a couple of NetFlicks that came in last week (it was time, you know?): The Sum of All Fears and Reign of Fire.
The former was actually not badly done, except for the fact that Ben Affleck's Jack Ryan just isn't tremendously believable as an ex-Marine spook at the story's outset. On the other hand, my reaction to the scenes at the end did remind me of my reaction when I read the book.
One interesting change in the plot, if memory serves, is that be bad guys in the book were not members of some kind of worldwide Nazi rebirth, but from the Middle East. In the aftermath of the 9/11 bombings, it's easy to see how hewing to the book's story line would be seen as gratuitous Islam-bashing.
Indeed, I can imagine Clancy not only agreeing to, but perhaps even suggesting setting up the Nazis as the heavies, since the only parties thereby offended would be their intellectual heirs who manage to survive today in various European countries. But that's enough about that.
As regards Reign of Fire, all I can say is that it took my mind off my weakness for a bit. And it wasn't the plot that captured my attention; it was the holes in the plot.
Perhaps the most glaring hole was learning that the dragons - who had basically reduced life on the planet to a few scattered bands of scruffy people - were most vulnerable for about an hour during twilight, as their eyesight during the day was very sharp and sharper still at night.
So, people: Why do you bathe your home base at night with enough lumens to make your castle very likely visible from space? Ye gods. People ran around their neighborhoods during WWII to make sure no single illuminated window could be seen from the street, much less from airplanes piloted by humans.
And I'm not going to ask what kind of power plant you've got that provides such a level of Monday-Night-Football illumination.
Yeah, okay. It's a story. And likely more engaging than the next episode of Ground Force on the Beeb, though I'll be willing to bet the latter is a more useful expenditure of time.
Tired again. Ah, well.
Cheers...
I made another batch of Don't Look, Just Add It To The Pot soup today, and had two bowls. Indeed my appetite seems to be almost back at full strength, which is not necessarily a good thing, but I'm not complaining. My primary beef has to do with the ease with which I tire when I do anything more demanding than stare at the tube.
Today, I watched a couple of NetFlicks that came in last week (it was time, you know?): The Sum of All Fears and Reign of Fire.
The former was actually not badly done, except for the fact that Ben Affleck's Jack Ryan just isn't tremendously believable as an ex-Marine spook at the story's outset. On the other hand, my reaction to the scenes at the end did remind me of my reaction when I read the book.
One interesting change in the plot, if memory serves, is that be bad guys in the book were not members of some kind of worldwide Nazi rebirth, but from the Middle East. In the aftermath of the 9/11 bombings, it's easy to see how hewing to the book's story line would be seen as gratuitous Islam-bashing.
Indeed, I can imagine Clancy not only agreeing to, but perhaps even suggesting setting up the Nazis as the heavies, since the only parties thereby offended would be their intellectual heirs who manage to survive today in various European countries. But that's enough about that.
As regards Reign of Fire, all I can say is that it took my mind off my weakness for a bit. And it wasn't the plot that captured my attention; it was the holes in the plot.
Perhaps the most glaring hole was learning that the dragons - who had basically reduced life on the planet to a few scattered bands of scruffy people - were most vulnerable for about an hour during twilight, as their eyesight during the day was very sharp and sharper still at night.
So, people: Why do you bathe your home base at night with enough lumens to make your castle very likely visible from space? Ye gods. People ran around their neighborhoods during WWII to make sure no single illuminated window could be seen from the street, much less from airplanes piloted by humans.
And I'm not going to ask what kind of power plant you've got that provides such a level of Monday-Night-Football illumination.
Yeah, okay. It's a story. And likely more engaging than the next episode of Ground Force on the Beeb, though I'll be willing to bet the latter is a more useful expenditure of time.
Tired again. Ah, well.
Cheers...
