On the road this week. I leave you with the latest from a geo-blog which must go in my feedreader once I get back. It seems that Hollywood is putting out another sciencepocalypse (or is that scienceageddon?) film, this one entitled 2012: Ice Age.
There’s a volcano. It unleashes a glacier. Don’t ask me how. But it’s a fast glacier. A really, really, really, really fast glacier [that’s] like a brazillion thousand miles across and can get from the Arctic to the US in a day or two, because it is seriously pissed off and has installed a turbo. And then it destroys New York City, because that’s what you do when you’re the world’s fastest glacier that’s been set free by a volcano.
… One of my guildies suggested that this movie should actually be Speed 3, with Keanu driving the glacier. I am not ashamed to admit that I would pay perfectly good money to see that.
Oh, and one more thing. I’ve completely lost my mind seeing as how I just signed up for the 2011 Susan Komen Houston Race for the Cure. For the next fifteen weeks, I am back on the
Couch Spinning To 5K wagon. If I’m not blinded by all the pink around me on race day, I may just make it to the end. (But first, once I hit “Update,” I am going to find a corner and cry like a little girl.)
LONG LIVE NED STARK!
Sean Bean is getting more impressive with age. I remember a time when ‘d groan when he popped on screen and couldn’t wait for him to get whacked in LoTR. At Ned Stark’s execution, I cried like a doomed citizen of the North.