…to Wes Thompson, for the Omega Man and Two Mules for Sister Sarah DVDs. In addition to my being a huge Eastwood fan, watching Charlton Heston get it on with a post-apocalyptic, albino-battling Soul Sistah is—from where I’m standing—almost as good as waking up to find that your pillows have turned to solid gold, or that your genitals have grown so large and beautiful that you no longer feel the need to wear pants—though you sometimes will, if only to tease the paparazzi and the legion of gawkers who have taken to camping out in your front yard, hoping to sneak a peek at your muscular glory.
But then, I’m strange that way.
The Omega Man – that one was great indeed. I know it’s heresy to sci-fi lovers, but I always thought it far superior to the earlier Vincent Price version that was more faithful to I Am Legend, the Richard Matheson novel that provided the source material. Interesting political undercurrent too – not entirely typical for that decade in its multi-faceted portrayal of Heston’s character.
That reminds me, I’m scheduled to give blood tomorrow morning!
Wouldn’t your head hurt if your pillows turned to solid gold overnight?
Yes. But I’d be able to afford a shitload of quality drugs.
Drugs are bad, m’kay?
Oh, oh, oh.
Pillows. As what you lay your head on at night.
I was thinking you were using a metaphor for ‘nads. Thus when reading Sean’s question I was thinking, “Hmm, solid gold balls.”
He’d have to go the eunuch route to cash in on that.
You’re very welcome, Jeff. I’m happy that the movies have that effect on you, because I don’t know where to get solid gold pillows. Of course, I have received a number of e-mails that might be able to help you with the genital growth.
“Those aren’t pillows!!!!!”
“How about that Bears game?”
It’s a shame the technology does not yet allow you to plug in your own name and digital scans of your head from various angles to plug into a movie as a customized version. Because the Omega Man would be much cooler with the vampires all yelling “GOLDSTEIN!”
That should be “vascular glory”, unless Jeff is really a dolphin.
Which would explain a lot, some days.