Filed under: Crazies
The other day Crazy girl went out, and came back a while later with two huge suitcases that she could barely fit through the door. I don’t know where she has been getting them, but apparently she has been working hard. Last night I walked into a living room lined with enormous suitcases. The one regular sized case looked like a small suitcase toadie hanging out with six suitcase thugs.
Filed under: Cogito ergo :(
There are many differences, and yet many similarities between the television show and the original myth.
I appreciated the Greek Hercules for its story and the Sorbo-cles for its fable elements.
NASA has always wanted to portray astronauts as heroes who are flawless diamonds, but an inspection of their lives, wisdom, and news reports of murderous space women, show that they are just achievers with the right skill sets.
Hades has to fight for every inch of his hanky panky.
Persephone, the focal point of the story, has obvious visual objectives. First of all, she wears an article of clothing that makes her cleavage more pronounced.
Appearance wise, Hercules is what would be expected of an ancient hero: big muscles with clothes that can barely contain his brawny manliness.
No one would want to watch a show where after an hour, the sloppy, fat Hercules is still complaining about the winter and Persephone is saved in the end by the gods instead.
On focusing on Kevin Sorbo as Hercules, it is evident that he is the protagonist of the whole television series. To show this, the producers and directors used the series title, Hercules, and gave each episode a minute long introduction clip giving the broad picture of the whole television series, using lines such as, “the only thing stronger than him was his heart.”
In her case the adaptation was less, but still helped her to be pictured as a not-so-bad-but-not-so-good guy.
So the combination of old and new made the perfect show. Otherwise we’d still all be watching Baywatch.
Filed under: Uncategorized
Oh God, by whose mercy and might the world turn turns safely into darkness and returns again to light, we give into thy hands our unfinished task, our unsolved problems, and our unfulfilled hopes.
Knowing that only that which thou does bless will prosper, to thy great love and protection we commit each other and all those we love, knowing that thou alone art our sure defender.
Filed under: And Then I Found Ten Dollars.
I collected an amusing collage of sights on the bus ride home: the pink bubble on the lips of the bus driver, a plump belly jiggling as its owner rode his lawn mower over a bumpy lawn, and blue balloons bobbing along my sidewalk, almost pretty now that the grass is green and the sun is shining.
