oops are you upset because idolizing someone is "for losers"? here's a quote of you to illustrate your idolizing ways, you idolizing idol worshipper Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
and in Persian too hahah omg i never even thought about it. it's true. Kos is a pussy. a very popular and annoying pussy. maybe it reflects the times.
um yeah you can deny it they lie and slant stuff all the time. they are not really a news group but a propaganda group
good ol' tiassa. i can always count on you to entertain me Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! i'm reading a book by Stephen King right now, and there's a character in it that reminds me so much of you.
In my opinion, yes. Then again, I hadn't paid attention to his work since the abysmal Four Past Midnight until I received a copy of Lisey's Story as a gift. I gave Lisey's Story my best effort, but ... it didn't pan out for me. Don't get me wrong, King is good at what he does, much like Britney Spears is good at getting attention. But these days, when I think of Stephen King, it's sort of a nightmare; I still can't figure out what purpose the scene in Pet Sematary served when the wife gave her husband a hand job with a bath sponge and made a crack about the Girl Scouts. At least, I think it was Pet Sematary. I suppose I should at least wonder what book our associate is reading; who knows, I might be honored. But knowing that I remind someone of a character in a Stephen King book is actually a bit of a laugh. I suppose I should probably go check in on the Kos for the first time in weeks, just to accommodate the Stephen King faction.
:roflmao: T, you're da man Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! i'm reading the Dreamcatcher now. it was written in 2001. it doesn't go on and on on tangents the way King used to do in his previous books, which makes it an improvement. imo he's written better, but the lack of endless mind diarrhea makes it an easy and entertaining read. you remind me one of the 4 friends. guess which one?
I haven't read King in years, but I've always enjoyed his earlier work as sort of a modern day equivilent of H.G. Welles. In other words, he's not fine literature, but he definitely has something to say about the way humans tick and what terrifies us. I also think he is a grossly underated writer, in that his plots are fairly complex and original and his characters pretty well developed. Britney Spears? No way. That's much too harsh.
No, no. Britney Spears is pretty well developed. But she seems to have developed it all overnight at a clinic.
No she had elbow surgery. That fact that her breasts grew bigger at that exact same time was a coincidence.
His earlier work is good, and marks a strong departure from more classical horror stories from Poe to Lovecraft to Robert Bloch. In a nutshell, the first King book I recall reading was Different Seasons, and for various reasons I still adore that as his best. I prefer the original release of The Stand; the extra material in the later release seemed ... well, extraneous. Cujo was a better movie than novel; this makes sense in light of the anecdote that King doesn't remember writing the book. (Cocaine use; did you ever see the SNL sketch some years ago of King ... I forget who played him ... giving an interview while he wrote a novel?) But I didn't like the short story "The Night Flier" (Prime Evil, Douglas Winter ed.), decided that Straub's influence in The Talisman was the better part of the story, and was at once disappointed and infuriated by Four Past Midnight, at which time I stopped reading King. As with any pop genre, the most popular is rarely the best. Unfortunately, with Four Past Midnight, the irony of the best story in the book did not sit well with me: in a story about plagiarism, King made a clumsy grab of Charles L. Grant's Dialing the Wind (I think) for the hook at the end. The high points of the 1980s golden age of horror, at least to me, are Clive Barker in general, Charles Grant's In a Dark Dream, Douglas E. Winter's anthology Prime Evil (including King, Barker, Ramsey Campbell, Jack Cady, Whitley Streiber, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, and others), Whitley Streiber's Billy, Ray Bradbury's Death is a Lonely Business and its sequel Graveyard for Lunatics, and Robert McCammon's Boy's Life (1992; the last nail in the coffin, so to speak; the golden age was over after that one.) For the most part, Stephen King couldn't touch any of these after Skeleton Crew and, perhaps, It. As he continued to get popular acclaim after the disastrous Four Past Midnight and Nightmares & Dreamscapes, I actually started to resent him. He once did an interview on HBO's Dennis Miller Live, and the only thing I got from that was that I would never want to be his publicist. He's best kept away from public view. (It would have been funny, but there comes a point where I can't laugh at someone's unfortunate appearance of idiocy.) The thing is that, like Britney Spears (or any number of cheap pop artists), King represents the popular edge of a valuable genre, a hack whose light shines so brightly over the marketplace as to obscure better, more worthy writers. And it gets more complicated if I let it. In the end, it's enough to simply hold him to be among the best of the hack writers, and that's no small accomplishment. But in trying to read his later work, I can't quell the voice in my brain that shouts, "Why are you doing this to me?"