Joanne just kinda read from her book. She didn't perform, or do voices, or play to her crowd who were there to get a bump of that sweet HP drug.

He was like Dickens--fittingly--in how he did different voices and performed rather than read. King, on the other side of the stage, was captivated too, even though he delivered his own 'puke all over everything' reading quite well.

I love most of Irving--I think he started writing his books to be adapted into movies and the books kinda sucked--but he was the main reason I went (alone, and did not anticipate all the kids bc I was an idiot!) so it was great to see him captivate the kids so much they ran *back* to their seats.

Point is: Good writing done by good writers always ends up being captivating. King knows what he's doing even when sidelined by his various troubles, addictions, and accidents. Irving is just a good writer. Rowling, for her part, was given a throne and center-stage, and still sucked.

and then they rolled out Joanne, center stage, to read from the (then unreleased) next Harry Potter book. She was seated on a throne. I'm not kidding when I say the kids in the audience got bored--they were more responsive to Lard-Ass and Owen Meany.

Irving was sooo good and his delivery was so great they came rushing back down to their seats to finish. He got the best response. King remained on his side of the stage, in the porch set, sitting in a rocking chair. Irving was on the other side of the stage, in a parlor set with a fake fireplace,

(Also, incidentally, Irving read the Jesus Christ nativity scene from 'A Prayer...' sorry I think A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY is better here, and while that was the point where parents and kids went up the aisles to the concessions and the bathroom,

He read the Lard-Ass scene from 'The Body' and it was wonderful. I'd forgotten how good that story is. The kids--who were all there for the transphobe--squealed with laughter. And King seemed a bit surprised at the reaction.

I forget when (around the time Rowling had the next HP book come out, when she was liked) I went to a Radio City reading featuring her, King, and John Irving. King was still creaky from getting run over, so they had him on a porch where he relied on the 'railing' a lot to steady himself.

So it feels like it wastes the audience's time with advertising and affairs and whatever. The book is fairly tight for King.

The problem with the movie Cujo is that they leave so many threads cut. The book is closer to 'salem's Lot in that it's got a lot of plots going on not related to the dog. The movie picks up a lot of those threads then does nothing with them. And the freeze-frame ending dear lord.

I stopped reading his books after Tommyknockers because even as a kid I knew that whole book was terrible. Lately I've been doing the audiobooks, though, and he can absolutely write. (Also watched Cujo last night and it's... not awful!)

I'm kinda sad. I thought this was a big band take on a Pearl Jam song.

(We all know how the movie wildly deviates from the book at the, uhm, climax. Right?)

Dealing with Trump is either driving a lot of people to drink, or else he's just surrounding himself with alcoholics.

I still think it's a great symmetry to the story's arc. But knowing King during that period... anything is possible. I mean by the time he got around to IT, he was shoving kleenex up his nose so he could write... um... well.... so he could write.

Far Side cartoon where a dog--hiding in a corner--has clearly written the words 'cat fud' with arrows directing a cat to get into a dryer. The dog has a thought bubble that says 'oh please oh please' while a cat stands in front of an open dryer.

'Fud'.

Oh damn. Wrong thread! I hate clicking right when refresh finally kicks in!

Oddly, he was escorted out by Officer Kiss.

Still kinda curious if Stephen King (who admits he was doing so much coke he doesn't remember writing the book) intended to have poor Cujo get rabies from a bat then later have him get killed by a baseball bat, or if it just worked out that way.

I was mostly joking. MOSTLY. Seems like the guy was leaking secrets in a bar or something. But still!

First of all, Nuclear Chief Hugg sounds like something from Dr. Strangelove. Second of all: Did Trump try to nuke something and his order refused?

Do you mean striped, tho? I'm trying to picture a stripped gumball.

Wait. Did he actually (I want to acknowledge your pun, which was great!) say this tho?

Your's is better because it was specific to you--I'm sure everyone in our seats got the same thing 8 times a week. But still. We were still finding glitter in our apartment years later when she died, and it always made me smile.

I adore dachshunds but they're so very German in that they treat all food of any kind as if it's Poland.

"The attacks will not continue until Iranian morale improves" is what I'm reading here. JFC he's so bad at this.

(Yes, it's a real place and not just a 30 Rock joke. And it's as offensive as might imagine: Confederate shit everywhere. No ride though. I'm not sure what sorta rides they'd have unless one was like, 'Flee from Sherman' where it's just that roller coaster designed to do euthanasia.

*Rings.

Hm. All I did was shoplift a lot of books. When I managed to walk out with a huge hardcover edition of all three Lord of the Ring books, I realized 'oh shit I'm 16 and maybe this isn't cute anymore' so quit. I never gummed up vending machines, though. That seems sorta clever.