Foundation and Empire

Ok I have so much I came up to blog about this weekend and so little time. The only thing I can hope is that it will sustain many entries for this week.
Foundation and Empire, the second book in Asimovs triology has finally left my blood stream. The verdict : not as good as the first book in the series. It was very slow in the middle of the book. The ending, which I admit has a twist, seems like it fell short as far as the dramatic impact I felt it could have carried. Now I understand this is the second book in the trilogy so I'm not ready to write the series off yet, but I just hoped it wouldn't have been so disappointing. This was more like a Temple of Doom than an Empire Strikes Back. TFouges says not to worry though that the third book is pretty good. I won't start that for a bit though as I want to take a break from reading sci fi for a while.

As far as a weekend recap, for those curious few who care about the day to day activities of a former honor (cough cough) student. Friday night, blunted with the boys pretty standard shit. Saturday Evan took me to a Beatles brunch for my birthday (belated). It was pretty cool, I wouldn't have seen the band on its own and I wouldn't have went to brunch on its own but together they were a winning combination.
Afterwards we went into a creepy internet cafe in Times Square to kill some time before a movie. Ok, it's wasn't a cafe it was a detaining facility set up like a warehouse for sex offenders. Right in plain view of the entrance was some Eurotrash guy having a cam chat with two girls that looked way too young. Then when we were walking around looking for an empty computer there was some dude just chilling loooking at some snatch.
So we made our way to the movies. I think at this point it's safe to say I don't expect to ever see any good movies in a theater as long as Evan is sitting next to me. This weekend's winner : An American Haunting. Worst Movie Ever. My retinas were in shock. Was it supposed to be a comedy or a horror film? It was so bad when Evan went to the restroom after the movie he walked into the ladies room. Frightened Japanese girls were fleeing with horror in their eyes.


The equivalent of crumbling up ten dollars and throwing it in the gutter----->












<--------My Full review of An American Haunting.






By the time Saturday night came around I was ready to get ill, and ill I would get in Park Slope. Linked up with the ironman Jfogues, and some bench players Riley and Jorgie. I though Jorgie was dead but he isn't. We watched a game and then rallied over to the Gate, where it was a socially fulfilling night of meeting all sorts of sloshed people.


Next book up : The Godfather.