gloriously bad things
Feb. 15th, 2008 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maribouFor Us, the Living, by Robert A. Heinlein
No one would publish this before Heinlein became a Name because it's terribly written. Seriously didactic and Randian in its tendency to ramble on and on about things that no one but the author could POSSIBLY care that much about. And no one published it once he was a big deal because he mined the 'future history' parts of it to make all kinds of other stories so he'd redone most of it better.... but now that's he dead, and it turned back up, well, obviously it needed publishing. And I am SO glad they did, because, darling readers, it was an awful lot of fun to read, in all its beautiful badness. The fact that the political system in the novel is based on SOCIAL CREDIT was a delicious bonus.
(37/300)
And speaking of delightfully silliness, I really really enjoyed watching the 80's movie Just One of the Guys tonight. Maybe it was the gin & tonic talking, but how could you not love a bad 80s teen movie about a girl who pretends to be a guy, breaks up with her frat boy boyfriend, and falls for a sensitive musician type? And all because .... she wants a job with a newspaper?? and she GETS THE JOB??? And there is lesbian AND gay subtext? Also, a slut with a heart of gold who ended up in bed with the heroine's younger brother, feminism, anti-jock sentiment, underage drinking presented as normal, and geeks with blinky light tuxedos? And snakes and geckos and a real live chameleon? AND boobs? C'MON.
Also, Jaybird rocks for driving me to the only restaurant that sounded any good, especially since they were making lamb & onion pitas with mint pesto, and then making me gin & tonics.
Also, I get to play in a Rock Band tournament tomorrow and even though I've never played it before, I am sure I will rule supreme. Aw yeah.
No one would publish this before Heinlein became a Name because it's terribly written. Seriously didactic and Randian in its tendency to ramble on and on about things that no one but the author could POSSIBLY care that much about. And no one published it once he was a big deal because he mined the 'future history' parts of it to make all kinds of other stories so he'd redone most of it better.... but now that's he dead, and it turned back up, well, obviously it needed publishing. And I am SO glad they did, because, darling readers, it was an awful lot of fun to read, in all its beautiful badness. The fact that the political system in the novel is based on SOCIAL CREDIT was a delicious bonus.
(37/300)
And speaking of delightfully silliness, I really really enjoyed watching the 80's movie Just One of the Guys tonight. Maybe it was the gin & tonic talking, but how could you not love a bad 80s teen movie about a girl who pretends to be a guy, breaks up with her frat boy boyfriend, and falls for a sensitive musician type? And all because .... she wants a job with a newspaper?? and she GETS THE JOB??? And there is lesbian AND gay subtext? Also, a slut with a heart of gold who ended up in bed with the heroine's younger brother, feminism, anti-jock sentiment, underage drinking presented as normal, and geeks with blinky light tuxedos? And snakes and geckos and a real live chameleon? AND boobs? C'MON.
Also, Jaybird rocks for driving me to the only restaurant that sounded any good, especially since they were making lamb & onion pitas with mint pesto, and then making me gin & tonics.
Also, I get to play in a Rock Band tournament tomorrow and even though I've never played it before, I am sure I will rule supreme. Aw yeah.
