I admit it, my relationship to the wonderful muscial The Sound of Music, might be a bit... strange. It dominated large parts of my childhood and formed my identity. My interest in young nuns and young men in tight german uniforms most likely comes from an overexposure to this movie during formative years. Blame my parents for not letting me watch Rambo-movies.
On the other hand, no one can deny that it is a timeless masterpiece, even if they do reject me invites to Sound of Music Sing-a-long-events at my gloomy bachelor pad. The music is wonderful, the story is magical and the lyrics are witty... you would think that you couldn't go wrong with it.
Then again, you probably haven't seen this version of "Sixteen, going on seventeen"
I've been known to be a bit critical when it comes to authors such as the much lover Robert A. Heinlein. He was actually the first science fiction author my mother read, apparently, and she loved him, but I've learned that you can't always depend on your parents. I don't know if it's his libertarian politics or the fact that the man invented the waterbed, but I just get an iffy feeling from him.
Anyways, I kinda like Starship Troopers. Both the book, and the movie. Actually I prefer the movie, simply because it's such a damn good parody of the book. Everything that Heinlein believed and poured into the novel, is turned on its head and used against him. The only thing left standing is the axiom that "military intelligence, isnt". His warmongering policy of might makes right is blasted to pieces by Verhoeven's WWII traumas. And I'm loving every moment of it. Heinlein's ideas are turned into satirical propaganda, that had me rolling on the floor laught. How can I not like this?
I have to admit... I lost my heart to a Starship Trooper.
I'm a lover of religious text, and not just those that praise me and work - and I'm sure there are a lot of them out there. Religious texts, myths and great litterature are archetypal in nature, and we can always some element, whether an emotion, situation or personality that we recognize as our own.
And this way, one drunken night, I found myself in the Bible, while watching the original Jesus Christ Superstar adaptation. He didn't look much like me (well, you could always shave his head and add a beard, and perhaps a couple of pounds), and well, I don't much agree with his opinions. But his lifestyle? His whole attitude? And his moves? Baby, those moves are mine.
Hark; I am the King in Yellow. Some dare speak my name. They call me Hastur, the shepherd. Some dare follow my teachings. They call me their mullah. Some dare follow no further. They are mad.
I can be found here. In Lost Carcosa, where I rule. By the lake of Hali, under the star of Aldebaran. And here, I wear no mask at all.
