|The vampire (left) and the Queerwolf (right) with skull in a hot tub.|
I will give it points for some comic originality, however: One of the characters was a "Queerwolf," a young man who turns gay when the moon is full. (When the moon is half full he becomes bisexual.) A "making of" documentary was included on the Netflix DVD that was more interesting than the movie!
Next up: Bloodsucking Babes from Burbank (2007). The plot: Passionate archaeology students unearth a cursed jewel box in the Burbank mountains that turns the females into blood-thirsty cannibals and the guys into "dinner." Whoo boy.
Yesterday I posted a bunch of City of Burbank calendar images to a Burbankia photo album. Some of these are quite nice and illustrate Burbank history, which makes them appropriate for the website. Back in 1975 one of the months illustrated Burbank's amazing high-tech plan to tap the power of the molten inner core of the earth by generating steam - Burbank enters the Geothermal Era! I remember coming home for a weekend from Camp Pendleton and seeing some sign somewhere indicating that this would happen. When I asked my pal Mike about it he replied, memorably, "Hey, man, the city of Burbank is going to dig for magma and light the lights with steam from the Middle of the Earth!" Hahahaha... Did it really happen? No. The whole thing was about as successful as California's bold "Green Energy" initiative 35 years later.
Last night I indulged my earworm and listened to the Berlin Philharmonic play Sibelius' Seventh Symphony, which I blogged about yesterday. I may repeat the experience tonight.
Hm. I just made myself a note to check the library's reference copy of The Guinness Book of World Records. My JonahWorld! site (about Civil War reenacting) has been continuously maintained by yours truly for almost 21 years. I wonder what the oldest continuously maintained website on the Internet is... it can't be much older than that, can it?
I get my hearing aids today - there's a life milestone if ever there was one. I think of it more as becoming bionic rather than growing old, because with these I can listen to mp3 music from my cell phone via Bluetooth or have telephone conversations piped to the devices. Perhaps future technology will include contact lens that also provide heat and x-ray vision.
My current book is Growing Up in the Piedmont Triad - Boomer Memories from Krispy Kreme to Coca-Cola Parties by Alice E. Sink. (The "Triad," by the way, is Winston-Salem, High Point and Greensboro, North Carolina.) It's a second sample book from my publisher that was suggested to me as a template for a second Burbank book. So far, this one is not impressive as it contains a lot of general text about old television shows, soap operas and movies, which are common to everyone. It's the kind of filler text I completely avoided in Lost Burbank. Everyone knows what Lucille Ball looks like - why include a photograph of her in a book about growing up in North Carolina?
Obama's last day... I thought it would never get here. The Worst President of my Lifetime says goodbye. I say good riddance. And no, I am not going to the Trump Inauguration in D.C. tomorrow. (I get the day off because these things thoroughly snarl traffic in D.C. and the surrounding area.) I haven't been to one of those yet as I tend to avoid crowds. And I'm guessing this one will feature left-wing kooks setting fire to themselves (that'll teach Trump a thing or two!) and other such circus performances. No thanks.
I'll be back Monday.