Thanks to Reesa’s mother, Mad Gastronomer, and Alton Brown, I can now consistantly get a turkey roasted the way I like it. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Roast turkey for a day, then turkey sandwitches for a week, by which time the soup is ready.
My question: It seems like there should be something fun to do with all of that roast turkey meat that I’ve just been using for sandwitches. Suggestions?
1. In This Immortal, by Zelazny, when Conrad says, “Feathers or Lead?”
2. In Twenty Years After, by Dumas, when M. de Beaufort removes the poniard from the pie and says, “I hold one of these poniards to La Remee’s heart and say to him, ‘My friend, I am truly distressed, but if you make any movement or utter a cry, you are a dead man.'”
It’s things like that, those catch-your-breath instants, that are what I live for–why I say I’ll do anything for a good scene. A long, slow build-up, and a payoff that makes the brain explode.
So–can you think of moments like that, lines that are the culmination of a scene that make your heart skip a beat? (And, just so no one thinks I’m fishing for compliments, let us exclude any that I might be responsible for).
…in the last few days, I haven’t seen it. I lost internet for a few days, and then my Linux box died. I’m hoping to have it back again in a day or two, so I can get back to work; but in the meantime, if it’s urgent, tell me here and I’ll drop you a line on my gmail account.
— Steve
First of all, all thanks and blessings on Tim and Serina Powers, who talked me into putting up with hours on a non-smoking flight to attend. They said it was worth it, and they were right. I have never been treated better at a convention, and rarely as well.
It was a blast. Lots of smart people, lots of interesting discussion. I also like Tel Aviv a great deal–which is something coming from a virulent anti-Zionist. I’ll probably drop a few more thoughts now and then as I think of them, but for now, I just want to say hello to all the wonderful people I met and hung out with there, and to thank them for a truly wonderful experience.
Our friend Nathan is over, and we took the opportunity to introduce him to the 1980 movie “Roadie.” I’ve been in love with that movie ever since Michael Butler first made me watch it, but now that I live in Texas it’s even better. As it started, I ran to the fridge and grabbed a Shiner.
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Alice. Alice Cooper. Don’t you read tee-shirts?”
For anyone who knows the movie–the credits say that Ramblin Jack Elliot plays himself; can anyone tell me exactly who and where he is in the film?