That’d be Nova, from Planet of the Apes, of course. I was just wondering, did she make a lower rate for her role in the film due to the fact she didn’t have any lines? Likewise, what about the extras? It actually would make sense for the ape extras – who both might have minor speaking parts, as well as major makeup pain – to get paid more than the human extras, who merely needed to deal with sunblock (or perhaps sunburn, depending). Speaking of which, I feel for Charlton Heston near the end – on the beach, he clearly looks like he’s starting to succumb from the sun.
Why on earth am I going on about a movie made nearly 40 years ago? There are two reasons, really. The obvious one is a love of science fiction. Although I’ve really only seen PotA a handful of times, it still ranks as a real classic of the genre. I had forgotten how good some of it is; dated, yes, but still groundbreaking for some of it’s styles and makeup. And I must admit a love of tiny jokes; it’s the inspiration for the minature Statue of Liberty I made sure to buy for the bottom of our fishtank.
The unobvious is that I’m spending the night at the in-laws, who have cable TV. The great thing about cable – at least when you don’t have it – is that it provides a high as good as drugs. And luckily, it’s not addictive. At least not addictive to the point that we’d get cable ourselves, thus limiting excessive cheezy or science fiction movie watching to when visiting friends and family.
Just to be completeist: it was an amazingly ‘classic’ American summer Saturday. Warm with just a touch of too hot; family with more kids over to run around outside kicking a ball or playing on the slide; being a little lazy but also doing chores for getting dinner ready. A good day. No sunburn, luckily.
Sorry for the quietness: I pulled my back out early this week, and haven’t been able to sit at a computer for several days. That, plus work that really needs to get done these two weeks, means I have been neglecting my “personal networking” duties. Sigh.
Lesson: take care of your body, because you will really need it to work later on in life. This applies throughout life, although as many adages about human aging go, the young are the ones with the most to benefit, but the least likely to heed. It feels like my youth was definitely wasted on my younger years!
Heck, that’d be one of the best reasons to invent time travel (backwards, that is). Sending yourself back to advise your younger self would have to be the best thing most people could do for themselves.
Gods, I never even knew (I didn’t know until just now; I have been in a state of not being aware of…) that Asimov wrote more articles about Thiotimoline! I must start thinking about reading them soon!
We knew you well. You’re still there, of course, out in your eccentric orbit and fellow plutonian objects, but the official astronomers no longer call you “Planet X” anymore.
I think the definition makes sense. It just doesn’t seem to have been argued very eloquently, and it certainly wasn’t communicated to the unwashed masses as well as it could have been. Think of it as an excuse to get astronomy back on the front page! Get kids excited about looking up at the sky! Think of some way to present it (and present the endless meetings they probably had) that’s exciting, instead of vaguely confusing to the average reader.
For those of you under 40, do you ever wish you were a boomer, and had been alive and old enough on that day in 1957? That was magic.