And tonight, the first full night of Autumn.
One of these years I’m going to plant a night-blooming garden. Until then, I can paint me one.
And speaking of twilights, I finally saw the movie last week. You know, the movie about the vampires based on the bazillion-selling book by Stephanie Meyers, with that grungy actor that all the youngsters are going crazy about. I have quite a lot to say on that subject (on the movie and the books and how much like porn they all are) which I will yammer about tomorrow.
But here’s my thought for the day about vampires: if they’ve been around for hundreds of years, and some of them want to do good (see: the whole plot about those damn vampires in Twilght), why don’t they give their blessing of eternal life to, say, Albert Einstein, or Galileo, or Da Vinci, or Marie Curie — people who have great minds and talents that could benefit the human race? Instead of just the people who look hot un-dead?
Why didn’t one of those do-gooder blood suckers make George Harrison a vampire?
He would have made a GREAT vampire.
Dopey criteria about who to “turn” is just ONE of the things about vampires that annoys me. More tomorrow.