THOR!No, I'm not talking about Hyerdall (if that's indeed how you spell Hyerdall). I'm talking about what I experienced last night. There was tell of
Rock and Roll Nightmare, there was tell of bad movies and Canadian things...there was tell of a 20 minute shot of a van driving to the music of Thor (Jon-Mikl). None of this prepared me for what was to occur. Multiple masks (even a
Predator mask), and props completed this 80s rock-god heavy metal sound. There was a sword and a double headed ax! There was someone dressed as death / the reaper, called "the monster" who wandered through the crowd and I swear scared the shit out of an unsuspecting blonde girl. There were songs like "Thunder on the Tundra!" and "Thunder Hawk" (my two favorites). There was crowd participation like I've never seen. By the end, the crowd erupted into "HAIL THOR! HAIL THOR!" The lyrics were as wonderful and dreadful as you'd imagine -- just kitschy enough to be lovely. Maybe it just happened that everyone there was a hardcoer cult fan of
Rock and Roll Nightmare (allegedly the worst film ever, by the way), but there was magic in the air. My only disappointment, even though Thor bent raw steel (!) was that he didn't have Thor's hammer. That notwithstanding, GO to see THOR if they are in your town. Hell, he was once Mr. Canada.
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The Raindrops The Raindrops The Raindrops The Raindrops!(Norwegians?)Well, I hope that no one stops the rain, but it has already stopped, it seems. Perhaps things will be cooler (high eighties, low nineties). Marty's Arizona tales of temperature -- I got nuthin' on that. Only dry heat experience I can speak of is Las Vegas in August one year, over 100, but not 115. This was in the days before I wore shorts. Which reminds me that somewhat recently I've heard persons refer to shorts as "shortpants," which always gives me a hearty chuckle.
In other news, I'm in prelim land again. The word of the day is EPISTEMOLOGY. (in particular, SKEPTICISM).
Wish me luck.
What's Up With the AC?As a second round of half-hearted and only half-meant complaints about the weather in the South I've got to mention the way in which air conditioning is utilized here. It'll be 90ish easy outside, and so the ac inside is cranked up so it's 57 or something crazy (at least it feels that way). You grow accustomed to it, and then you're freezing. I bring hoodies to the library for exactly this situation. You think: It's the middle of summer, I'm ready to rock it in my flip flops and shorts. Don't be fooled, the sweat from outside cools you off inside to the point of popsicledom. A little ac, and we're good, don't frost me out though.
And now I've reduced my postability to talking about the weather. This is worse than cocktail party chit-chat when you don't feel like bullshitting about philosophy with people who really don't know or give a fuck about it, and so you talk about hurricane season or something equally drab. I even disappoint myself here. I should promise to talk about the Sleater Kinney or Weird War show -- but I'm bad about concert posts and the promises affixed thereto. Well, here's to hoping, anyway.
Post-ScriptAfter all the pseudo-bellyaching about not hot enough weather, the weekend didn't disappoint. By Walgreens on WestEnd, it read 99 on Saturday as I was out and about, swimming my laps (now up to 30), going to Target, and then doing some much needed laundry. By the time I was trying to fold all the clothes and towels, and the heat wafted from the dryer, it had to be "real feel" of like 105 or something crazy. Blar to the hotness!
