Last week I stopped reading Staying Dead, by Laura Anne Gilman, halfway through the book. Not only was it extremely boring, but full of made-up magical terms with no explanations.
So, I started reading Playing with Fire, by Gena Showalter. This book is a lot more fast-paced, and has a heroin with a sense of humor. And IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m still in the middle of Everybody Comes to the Nightside.
I was hoping I’d get more reading done over the long weekend of recovering from surgery. But no such luck. Anytime I tried to read, I couldn’t concentrate or it made me sleepy.
So I ended up watching a lot of tv and movies. I watched the entire forth season of Moonlighting. Unfortunately, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the most boring season concentrating almost solely on relationships instead of actual detective work.
I also watched one of the cheesiest, SciFi Channel made-for-tv movies, written by Stan Lee (creator of many great Marvel comics), called Lightspeed. A 40-something, balding, special ops man is exposed to high levels of radiation and discovers he can run at the speed of light. Not only does he not look like the average super hero (see: balding, aging, and not exactly muscular), but the outfit he wears is just laughable. It looked like it belonged in the movie Tron. The only acting worse that the heroÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s was the villain, a snake-man, called Viper, who unfortunately had the most screen-time of anyone. In one of the last scenes he screams for about five minutes straight saying the same phrase over and over, Ã¢â‚¬Å“WhyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d you make me do it? WhyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d you make me kill you?!Ã¢â‚¬Â What was the plot? IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not quite sure.
Yeah. My respect for one of the greatest super hero/comic creators of all time just dropped quite a few degrees.
On a side-note, my surgery went well. My doctor found some Endometriosis and was able to clean up most of it. Hopefully, this will take care of it for a while. Thanks for the prayers, everyone!