There were so many things I wanted to blog about, but just didnâ€™t have time. So let me get a last few things out:
I want to thank Jeff for this week. Heâ€™s a terrific guy, very thoughtful and helpful, and I had a great time here.
Thank all of you who wrote responses… I had a great time reading your ideas and jokes and wise considerations.
Sorry I wasnâ€™t more positive, especially after I said I would be. For some reason I went on a Sarah Palin tear. Maybe itâ€™s because Iâ€™d spent months blogging on my own site about why Barack Obama made me so worried, that he was a pretty coloured face for American Imperialism abroad and corporate tyranny at home. And while I think thatâ€™s true, itâ€™s not my impression that Obama is interested in, say, annihilating most of the human race, whereas Palin, by her religious convictions, believes that people who arenâ€™t Christianists like she is are on Godâ€™s hit list. Way I figure it, is somebody believes God is planning to murder us anyway, that somebody might figure on helping God out a little. Like â€œdoing Godâ€™s work,â€ dig?
The people who are now calling Obama a sexist for this pig/lipstick remark are a cynical bunch, since these are largely the type of people who attack others for using the words â€œsexistâ€ and â€œracistâ€ to call out people perpetrating racial and sexual supremacy. These are the same people who like to call Rev. Jackson and Rev. Sharpton â€œrace hustlersâ€ and use phrases such as â€œplaying the race card.â€ And now, my gosh, out of nowhere, theyâ€™ve discovered sexism! Fascinating. So it does exist! Well, howâ€™s this for sexism? How about McCain calling his own wife a c— in front of other people?
Solutions. I have an extensive set of links on my blog, The Bro-Log, for top-notch independent news sources and activists. Please check them out.
Finally, without much time to say much of substance, I want to thank the year 1982. 1982 was a great year for genre films from the US. We got ET, The Thing, Blade Runner, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, Tron, The Secret of NIMH and the double-bill re-release of Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back, which my buddies and I saw five Friday nights in a row and topped it off with a final Saturday. There were probably more but I canâ€™t find my old copies of Starlog right now. And if you go back and read Starlog from that time period, shocker of shockers, it was a pretty good magazine back then, not just promotional puff for Hollywood. In 1982 I finished grade seven, the year I had my first slow-dance with a girl, I girl I code-named â€œLeslie Mintyâ€ in my quasi-autobiographical The Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad. Leslie Minty. I can still feel her heart beating against my chest. Damn.
In 1982 my biggest art influence was Jim Starlinâ€™s work on Warlock. My best friend was Seamus Hendrick, a cat whoâ€™d introduced me to souvlaki and cream soda two years before, and whom I re-met last summer and found he was hell-bent on screenplay writing (amazing) and full of great ideas. In 1982 I shopped at a terrific comic store in E-Town called Dark Star, to which I paid homage with a fictional restaurant in From the Notebooks of Doctor Brain. and whose owner was and is a dynamite man named Bill Moroziuk who was almost an Uncle-at-Large to me and is now a friend and mentor. In 1982 I still hadnâ€™t been traumatized by a math teacher who was awaiting me in grade 8 and 9, whose effect on me was so great I went from an above-average math student to a struggler from grade 8 through to grade 11, mostly recovering in grade 12 yet after permanently ending my then-ambition to become an astronomer… but without whose abuse I might never have changed plans to become a novelist. In 1982 I still had a terrier named Scotty, who was kind and overly-energetic and gave birth to seven puppies in our house, and whose death in 1991 ripped my heart in half. In 1982, I was still delivering newspapers after school, I was still an altar-server at St. Anthony’s, I still read X-Men, Dazzler, ROM and Micronauts, I still watched Battle of the Planets whenever I could, I still drank pop probably every day of summer, and I still felt like everything was possible. In 1982, I had no idea that 1983 would suck, I had no idea what 1987, 1995 or 2008 would look like, or that one day Iâ€™d be married to the woman I married and for whom Iâ€™d give my life, or that Iâ€™ve have the daughter I have who is my life.
Thanks everyone. Been great sitting in with you. Raise a cup of free-trade Earl Grey in my direction from time to time, will ya? And please let me know about your own 1982s, either here or at the Bro-Log.
Hotep and maÃ£t,