I think they're afraid of girls. I've no worries.

But that's just because they've had no prior exposure. What if one got fiesty?

What if one got fiesty?

I assume this means asking me for the time and then wetting his pants.

So I read Moon is a Harsh Mistress this past week as well.

Everything that Allyson, Nutty, and Rick said: WROD. Wrod to the max. Oy.

I think if you strip out all the didactic discussions about revolutionary theory, and the appalling gender relations, and the 2D bimbettes and maternal ideals who make up the female characters, and the political theory, you might possibly have a framework on which to hang a story.

But my god! There was almost no action in the novel. It was all secondhand action, all tell, no show. "Then we had girls start teasing the guards, and the guards got grumpy so the Warden sent out more guards--" ad nauseum. Nobody developed, nobody changed, nobody had second thoughts: all the leads were perfect and right, and if hundreds of thousands of people died for their mistakes, well none of that was their fault after all. Everything was so black and white, with this little cabal (oh that word) making all the decisions for the sheep who can't think for themselves. Bleah.

t shudders and goes off too read Robert Graves to cleanse my palate

Oddly enough, I remember rather liking Moon as a teen. Clearly my tastes have changed.

Oddly enough, I remember rather liking Moon as a teen. Clearly my tastes have changed.

When I was a teen I liked Message to Garcia. Ugh.

I assume this means asking me for the time and then wetting his pants.

BWAH! So don't wear great shoes. Just in case.

When I was a teen I liked Message to Garcia.

I know this is a place in which we can freely confess our sins, but I really admire your bravery for admitting that one.

All this discussion is making me anxious for WF DVDs. Any idea of a date yet?

At least there is visible progress on the BDM. This makes up for much. ::happy sigh:: I think I actually may have figured out how to follow threads on the OB, although I've totally given up on FFF, and count on the kindness of others to post links or xpost.

I know this is a place in which we can freely confess our sins, but I really admire your bravery for admitting that one.

Um, yeah. When I was very young (like, second grade) it really made me mad when kids didn't follow the rules of the playground. So had this attitude that if only everyone followed the rules and otherwise did what they were supposed to, the world would be a better place.

Years later, of course, I started to question who makes the rules and who decides what people were "supposed to do."

Years later, of course, I started to question who makes the rules and who decides what people were "supposed to do."

It's one of the nice things about growing up. Like finding out that I don't have to like drumsticks or chunky peanut butter, just because I grew up with them as the default best. It was so nice when I discovered creamy peanut butter. Yum!

So you've got a small prison mining colony forced to buy all goods and services from the company 'sto at inflated prices designed to never allow the workers to get ahead (cue Johnny Cash).

People get sick and tired of it all, and want to be able to shop at Costco.

So then Hottie Militant Chick (can we get Jennifer Connolly to eat a few cheeseburgers, get her curves back, and maybe some Linda Hamilton T2 muscles to play Wyoh?) is SO HOT that Bruce Willis from the Fifth Element falls in lurve and becomes Jimmy Stewert in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and decides he will MAKE A DIFFERENCE, mostly to impress Jennifer Connolly, at first, but then also because he has CHANGED! He BELIEVES IN THE MISSION!

The movie is filled with shots of Jennifer Connolly in a white t-shirt and no bra getting Sprayed Down with Various Liquids. This makes her Slippery and Difficult to Rescue when she keeps clumsily getting herself caught by Enemy Mashers.

Sprinkled throughout, crazy ass Sir Anthony Hopkins from the last third of Legends of the Fall plays the Wise Old Grampa who has Wacky Anarchist Ideas.

Meanwhile, the Cold Guvmint Stormtroopers try and stop the band of Free Trade Pranksters from dumping the tea in the Harbor to protest all this Taxation Without Representation.

And so, that's the premise of Moon, as brought to you by the Hollywood Machine.

I know not what Tim's plans are. But if he gets stuck, he can have my Hollywood Machine idea for some Chinese Take-Out and his DVDs of Profit.