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by Jerry Whorebach 10/18/2012, 5:33am PDT |
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That was the year Jurassic Park came out, and I was living in the middle of nowhere - not a figure of speech, I literally encountered more bears than people - and there was no TV of course and no electricity unless we ran the generator, which we almost never did to conserve fuel. There was a public library in a nearby town that my parents would take me to sometimes which had a pretty good selection of the kind of trash that appeals to a nine year old, like Michael Crichton and Tom Clancy and The Death and Life of Superman: The Fucking Novelization. So I spent most of that year and some surrounding years with my nose buried in one book or another. I didn't catch any flack for reading in class because by that point I was reading at a level where I could act as my own instructor and I was pretty willing to let myself slide on stuff like that. I used to administer every test as an open book test because I just didn't give a shit. Anyway, even as a fourth grader I could tell that Michael Crichton only ever wrote one book and it wasn't even a particularly good book, but I was okay with that because he'd make sure to change out the dinosaurs for space aliens or mutant gorillas or whatever and that was honestly enough for me. It still is! I actually felt sad when I found out Terra Nova wasn't going to get a second season. Meanwhile stupid superior Homeland is going to run forever because how much can it cost to animate a rampaging Claire Danes? Probably a lot less than a carnotaurus. |
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