It will happen, if we don't stop driving cars. Beware the wolves of global warming!
Speaking of disaster movies, I finally watched my precious copy of 'The Return of the King' this weekend. It's really not too bad, especially for the few things Peter Jackson and Co. got right. I think my main problem with the film (aside from the atrocious adaptation) is the pacing and editing. It simply moves too damn fast, and the constant back-and-forth scene changes make me feel like I'm watching someone else channel-surf. A prime example:
The charge of the Rohirrim. The scene is beautiful and flawless, until, just as the riders begin tearing the shit out of the orcs, we abruptly move inside the city to see Pippin tell Gandalf that Denethor has gone bonkers. Then--BOOM--back to the battle, and just as quickly we are sent to some other part of the film. And the entire damn film is just like that. It's enough to make me scream.
Could I have done better? Yes.
I have put my ultimate reading endeavor on hold for the time being. I have quite the backlog of unread books waiting for me. Some I'm particularly impatient to break open:
"Dhalgren" by Samuel Delany
"The Scar" by China Mieville
"Concrete Island" by J.G. Ballard
"Cryptonomicon" by Neal Stephenson
The Gormenghast novels by Mervyn Peake
In addition, Neil Gaiman is now on my must-read list. I'm not sure why I've never read his stuff before now, but after checking out reviews, reading bits and pieces in various bookstores, and, most importantly, seeing Mac's fascination with his work unfold before my eyes, I decided to go for it. As soon as I finish Vonnegut's "Galapagos," I'm hitting Gaiman's "American Gods."