Posted tagged ‘Science fiction’

“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”

November 30, 2014

Yesterday I gave the local economy quite the boost as did so many others. Some shops were filled with people. One store, a small one, had too many shoppers. You could barely move or even get close to the displays, but I still managed to find a few treasures and some unique gifts including the perfect one for my friend. I also found small ornaments to dress the wrapped packages. I do that every year. It’s a small gift, a remembrance for the tree. The book store was a wonderful stop. I got help in choosing just the right books for my 8-year-old grand-nephew and a couple for the 2-year-old. I also bought myself one. Gracie and I were out for almost three hours. She napped in the backseat between trips to the stores and watched for me whenever I parked. I napped when we got home and so did she. Today I have a few things to get: cat food, coffee filters and candle bulbs for the windows, nothing fun, just utilitarian. I’ll go before the football game.

Today is still grey, but it’s warm, in the 50’s, and will be for the next few days. I called my factotum about putting my lights up, and he hopes to be here tomorrow. Last year it was in the teens when he was doing the lights.

Birds galore at the feeders this morning. There were even a few battles for space. One bird swooped in and the poor bird already perched at the feeder took off in a bit of a fright. I have yet to fill the thistle, and I have a bag of sunflowers seeds to fill the big feeders. From my kitchen window I get to watch the birds. I sometimes stand there for a while drinking my coffee.

Yesterday my Turner Classic movies arrived. I now have 6 different 1950’s science fiction movies to watch. It will be black and white movie heaven. One of the films, Them, is actually a fine movie which always gets 3 stars. The rest I haven’t seen, and they  tend to get one or maybe 2 stars: The characters in two movies, Beyond the Time Barrier and The Time Travelers, arrive in futures decimated by plague and nuclear war. Only a handful of normal humans survive. Satellite from the Sky is another one I have never seen. It is about the outer-space detonation of the feared tritonium bomb, but it doesn’t go as planned, of course. I figure a cold night, a howling wind, popcorn and maybe malted milks balls will make for a perfect evening to view those old science fiction B-movies I love.

“It’s okay to be crazy and scared and brave at the same time!”

May 2, 2013

The day is so beautiful that Gracie just came inside for her morning nap. It’s quite late as the cats are already well into theirs. Fern, of course, grabbed all the morning sunlight streaming through the front door so Maddie is on the afghan. Gracie hit the couch.

Last night around 11:30 I noticed the back sensor lights were on. They were keyed to Gracie when she was younger and around 25-30 pounds so a possum or skunk wouldn’t trigger them. I was curious to know if something was in the yard so I went out to check. I saw nothing, and a few minutes later the lights went out. I had to laugh when I thought about the whole thing. If I were watching me do that in one of those B science fiction movies I love, I’d be sitting on the couch saying what an idiot that character is to go outside like that. Then when a rabid wild beast or a homicidal maniac with an axe or an alien hungry for human flesh got me, the me on the couch would not be surprised. Characters who follow blood trails or weird sounds in the woods always end up dead. The lights being on could have been a tip-off, but I went out anyway. Watching those movies, I’ve always wondered why the blood on the stairs wasn’t enough of a warning to make those characters run as fast as they could in the opposite direction, not upstairs, but I really knew it was one of those suspension of disbelief moments, a necessary plot detail, as no real person would ignore the blood. Because I always get into those movies, I often yell out loud, “Run!” as if I could save the character walking upstairs to his doom. Last night, though, I found out it isn’t only in movies. Even in real life people ignore the warning signs and walk blithely into the possibility of mayhem or impending doom. After my having ventured out to the deck, I’m going to re-evaluate calling those characters idiots. Maybe I’ll use curious or even brave.

The brave woman holding the kitchen knife in her hand followed the blood trail up the stairs.

“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”

May 25, 2012

Today is cloudy and chilly but the weekend will be spectacular. I suspect the fortuitous weather report will have the cape lined with cars and tourists for the weekend. The water is still too cold for swimming, but the sand and sun will draw the crowds to the beaches. My deck is a mess with pollen and stuff from the trees, but today is cool enough for cleaning and getting ready to spend the next two days outside.

Today is garden shop day. I only need about four or five flowers for the front garden, but I need several for the deck pots. I also need herbs for the garden and for the flower boxes on the deck. The last on my list is one more vegetable for my small raised garden. This is one of my favorite days: when I wander the aisles of the garden shop. All self-restraint seems to disappear. My cart overflows, and I wonder if I’ve bought enough.

I am 100 pages from finishing my book: A Dark Dividing by Sarah Rayne. I started it on Wednesday and have been reading every spare moment since. My errands were more of an annoyance than usual knowing that my book was sitting at home waiting. If today weren’t flower day, I wouldn’t move off the couch until I’d finished. I love finding a book difficult to put down.

When I was really little, my mother read the Golden Books to me. She thought me the smartest of all children because when I was two I could identify all the animals circling the back cover. She told me my favorite story was Chicken Little. I still have a special place in my heart for Henny Penny, and I will always remember Foxy Locky, Goosey Loosey, Turkey Lurkey and Ducky Lucky. They are such wonderful names. It makes me laugh a bit thinking about my favorite childhood book and how the main character thinks the sky is falling. It is no wonder I have always loved science fiction. That Foxy Locky eats most of the characters seems a bit chilling, but I guess it never scared me as Henny Penny, my heroine, runs away safely.

My mother read Treasure Island to my brother and me, a bit of it every night before bed. It made bedtime palatable knowing I’d be following Jim and Long John Silver on their voyage. I still love that book, and I’m still pained by Long John’s treachery.

When I taught English, some kids took pride in saying they’d never read a book. Others told me my course books were the first they’d ever finished. It saddened me that these kids had never entered the amazing world of books, but once, many, many years later, a former student stopped me and said thanks. He told me he had read all of the books in my science fiction course and hadn’t stopped reading since. That was about my biggest accomplishment: helping make a student a reader.

“Only when we have to fight to stay human do we realise how precious it is. How dear to us.”

April 28, 2012

Today is cold at 46°. The air is perfectly still, the sky blue and the sun shining but to no avail. They are merely props to make the day a pretty one. Tonight could get as low as the 30’s. I had the window open in my bedroom last night, and I woke up with Fern and Gracie huddled beside me to stay warm. I came downstairs and turned on the heat as the house was really cold. Fern is now asleep warmed by the sun coming through the front door and Gracie is having her morning nap on the couch. It’s a typical morning.

Many of us are of the duck and cover generation. We grew up in the 1950’s and 1960’s when the world seemed always on the brink of war. Our movies were filled with monsters grown out of control because of A-bomb testing. We had aliens bent on the destruction of our planet. We knew, though, that all would be right in the end because we were the good guys. I was never scared by those movies. I knew the monsters could never be real, and I didn’t think a UFO had us in its sights.

Today the syfy channel is presenting the Earth may not survive movies. The first one had the Earth off its orbit, and it took a hydrogen bomb in the Marianas Trench to right the orbit and save us all. New York City is now in danger of being destroyed by tornadoes and in a later movie a UFO will crash in Puget Sound and spawn more killer tornadoes. The weather is our movie enemy, and we are far less prepared to defeat it. It didn’t take much to kill a bunch of giant ants, a few bombs and lots of bullets, but the heroes of those movies, the brave soldiers, are now out-matched. Our new heroes are scientists at first ignored by soldiers who need a flesh and bone enemy, but who prove their worth to even the most hardened generals.

I figure all these movies, even the B&W 50’s films, are art in some strange way imitating life.

“I’m someone who believes the only way to see a movie is in a big theater, on a big screen, with a big bag of popcorn.”

June 11, 2011

Today is sweatshirt weather. It’s cold and damp with rain expected. Two days ago it was in the 80’s; today is 61°. I’m thinking of staying close to home. The Science Fiction channel has cold and ice movies, perfect choices for the day. Yeti is now attacking. Keep in mind he doesn’t like pepper spray. It infuriates him, and the last thing any of us need is an infuriated Yeti.

No plumbers, electricians, EMT’s or the like have darkened my doorstep in a couple of days. I think the proverbially black cloud has passed. I pity the person above whom it looms.

Today is a perfect movie matinee day. I’ll buy my ticket for a quarter and use my nickel for vanilla Turkish Taffy or a Sugar Daddy. They always last a good part of the movie. I wonder what cartoon they’ll show first. Bugs Bunny is always a good guess. I, however, am more of a Daffy Duck fan. The paper said the movie today is It Conquered the World. There better not be any ugly monsters or scary aliens as they’ll be screaming girls all over the theater. I, however, am never one of them. I love being scared. I know the back seats will be filled early. That’s where the teenagers go to make out. I always sneak a look at them on my way to the bathroom. Too bad they’re missing such a good movie.

It never occurred to me back then that my mother spend under a dollar to get rid of us all afternoon. I figure she thought it a wise investment. We had to walk up town, wait to buy a ticket, stand in line to buy candy, pick a seat, watch the movie then walk back home. She had the whole afternoon to herself or with my two little sisters. It must have seemed like heaven.

It’s sort of funny, but I’m back to matinees. They’re cheaper and far less crowded on a weekday. I buy popcorn and a drink. The theater is always filled with people my age, just like back then.

“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”

May 23, 2011

No need for me to describe the weather. Go back and look at the opening paragraph of every entry for the last week. I am so tired of this, and I don’t care anymore that the rain makes everything so lush and green. It’s spring when everything is green anyway. Monday’s have always been ugly days-drag yourself out of bed and go back to work days. The weather just adds to the misery of the day though I suppose a sunny day might be a worse day to work.

When I woke up, the house was chilly and damp so I put the heat on for about 15 minutes, and it did the trick, but heat on May 23rd is just wrong. The weatherman better be right about tomorrow. My sanity depends on it.

I went to the garden shop this morning. The Welcome, Kat sign was a nice touch. I filled a huge push basket with deck flowers and herbs then filled my trunk with them. The garden spot was pretty empty this morning so I had a personal garden shopper answering my questions. My choices, again, revolved around colors. As I was leaving, the employees let more balloons go. After this batch is planted, I’ll see if there is any room left for more.

The commercials on TV are summer. I watch people barbecue, chase fireflies, sit on their newly stained decks, eat hot dogs and melt marshmallows on the beach for s’mores. Meanwhile, my deck is covered in tree debris, the hanging candles sit forlornly in a pile and the table, which I’ve cleaned a couple of times,  is back to disgusting. I swear I was outside by this time last year reading my book, drinking my iced coffee and watching the birds. Now I’m huddled inside wearing heavy clothes including socks and a sweatshirt trying to stay warm.

The weather makes me think I’m in the start of some science fiction novel. One day soon it will snow, and we’ll burn furniture to keep warm, but it won’t be enough. Marauding mobs will go from house to house looking for food. I’ll be the old lady with the gray hair hanging out the upstairs window brandishing a shotgun and warning them off. They’ll go, but they’ll be back.

“Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.”

November 6, 2010

The day is still dismal and it’s colder. It rained last night, and the wind blew. My front lawn has disappeared beneath pine needles, and the deck is filled with leaves plastered by the rain. Today is not at all inviting.

The computer is back, but I can’t use it. My keyboard and mouse are wireless and useless until I can load their programs. I need a mouse to load a mouse so I’m still using my laptop, and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know how to type. I use two fingers and am usually pretty fast but not on this keyboard. It’s too small. I keep hitting the caps lock.

Clothes are sitting and wrinkling in the dryer. My bed is disheveled and unmade. I haven’t even gotten dressed yet. I’m not even sure I will. I haven’t a speck of ambition.

Captain Midnight was the TV show which helped whet my appetite for science fiction. My memories of specific programs are hazy, but I remember his sidekick was named Mudd, and he always introduced himself as Mudd with 2 d’s. I wanted to be a member of his secret squadron, but my mother couldn’t be convinced we needed jars and jars of Ovaltine.

Early Saturday morning programs were often old science fiction serials from the movies. I followed them week after week and learned a lot from watching them. I learned that the domination of Earth was the common ambition of every alien, especially Martians, and all of them, to their detriment, underestimated mankind. A hero would rise, assume the mantle of leadership and send those aliens to perdition. Our hero would fall in love with a beautiful scientist who had a doctorate in some odd science which would prove invaluable in defeating the aliens. She would place her hand over her mouth and scream at her first encounter with the alien. She’d also run away and trip and be saved by our intrepid hero. She would be wearing a suit and heels.

I’m still waiting for my first alien encounter. My neighbor from Brazil doesn’t count.