gaboman said this in post #48 : See, I thought the movie was lame and the book was dope (or at least doper, it's not exactly the best thing I've ever read).
To be fair, I just read a review of it. Never read the book.
To be unfair, the movie had Richard Dawson. You know, from the Feud? Uh, that rules bro. He's the only one to have a snappy comeback to Arnold's trademark catchphrase.
Whidden said this in post #46 : Stand was awesome.
I watched the TV mini-series. I should say tried to watch it. Two buddies and I in high school decided to rent it all and watch it all night. We had some brews, stayed up, and at about tape 3 of 8 we were all racked. We never finished watching it. Any-who, the next morning one of my buddies finds out his motorcycle was egged in front of my house sometime in the night. We know who it is without asking. This one dork I never kicked it with in the first place but the other two guys did.
That starts off an interesting series of events.
We all go our separate ways that day. That night, my friend with the motorcycle doesn't even come out. My buddy who crashed the night before and two other friends roll out. The four of us grab some brews and a few dozen eggs with the intention of finding the egg thrower(s). It only took a few hours but on the main strip when dudes pull up behind us. One of my pals jumps out of the car and runs up the hood and over the egg throwers car, it was a VW Bug. That was great. So the egg throwers are pissed. We try to huck a few at them with mixed results. A while later we are at McDonald's parking lot eating cheeseburgers with 40's when the egg throwers roll up and unleash a barrage. They tag my other buddies car and one egg breaks about three feet away from the one buddy who watched the Stand with me and a wee bit of egg gets on his pants. He wigs. I think he was on steroids at the time. Anyway, we get more eggs and end up at Del Taco at the end of the night, as per what everyone did back in them days. Sure enough, egg throwers roll in. Meanwhile, another dude we know who is in jail now is talking to us and hears the story thus far. He takes an egg and hucks it at the VW bug cruising in. Man, this was a shot heard 'round the Del Taco. It curved, at a sick angle right into the driver’s window of a moving car and pegged that dude like a carnival duck shooting game. Dozens of people hit the floor laughing. Dude parks, jumps out, and was asking who did it. The jail guy was like, "I did". The egg thrower ignores him or whatever still asking who did it, maybe so the answer will change because he ain't doing crap to that dude. Finally egg thrower bounces. Night over? Nah. Remember my buddy with the little bit of egg on his pants? He was still pissed. Egg pants wants to go to egg throwers house for retaliation. We do. So it's my one buddy driving, egg pants in the passenger spot, I'm in the back with another buddy. Egg thrower comes out and talks to us through the driver's window. We're all shooting the stuff, talking like it's all cool, when in mid-sentence egg pants reaches over and slams an egg in dude's face. He wigs and wants to fight. Before he can even get the words out egg pants is out the door and they are rumbling. First the thrower tries to ninja kick and egg pants starts laughing. The thrower was kind of loppy and kind of looked like some karate special Olympic stunt. They are rolling around in the neighbor’s driveway and pants is kicking dude's ass something heavy. Finally the throwers dad comes out and we all bail in a flurry of cuss words and self-satisfaction.
But this is not over. My friend who's car was tagged in the McD's parking lot calls out egg thrower and we all meet Monday morning before school, well during school, in the park to fight. My friend kicks the egg throwers ass handedly. We scatter and go to school. A few weeks later we were all almost arrested because of unrelated events.
Good times. The moral to the story: never watch The Stand.
eh, when you get to be an old old man like me, one who is ancient of age, and generally burned out, you won't mind reading a big *** slow 4 inch thick book from Mr. King.
Look at yourself as a young Luke Skywalker, full of energy, vigor, delusions of grandeur and teen angst. Headstrong, questioning authority, disenfranchised by the system, ready to take on the empire will the force of your own will.
Look at me like the old Obi Wan, hobbling around, limping, can't barley fight with his light saber no more, slinking the corridors of the Death Star making wiseacre observations, trying to use the force on weaker minds, wearing old out of date cloaks and lying to Luke about how his old man left a light saber for him, but his Uncle Owen didn't want him to have it.
Yes, it's just like that. When you get to be a old feller like me, you will like the fact that Mr. King goes into minute detail of the past life of every side character that comes and goes. You will enjoy that the book makes your wrist ache to hold it up to read, because King couldn't form any self control with his word processor. You will take joy from the fact that Tards and Deaf people and the handicapped and lesbians fight for the good side, while the engineers, jet fighter pilots and electricians fight for the Dark Man.
08-17-2006 11:14 PM
