THE MOTHER OF INVENTION

I should be going to sleep right now, but I have to comment on something. I love the weather here! Two days ago it was hot-and not just for this area. It was 90 degrees! Today it barely reached 65. That is what is so cool. Sure it may be a foreboding of what's to come, but tonight there is an amazing fog rolling across the valley. It made me recognize how someone (Mr. Carpenter and Mr. King for example) could visualize this natural phenomenon as being an evil sweeping down on the 'innocent.' I speak, of course, of the movie The Fog and the story The Mist respectively. Both are prime examples of what a warped, twisted, lovely mind can come up with when given something so common and typically benign. I have not seen the recent film adaptation of the the latter and I'm not sure I want to. I have found that Hollywood does not do a good job of interpreting Stephen King's books. And despite my many gripes about his latest publications, there is nothing creepier than his old-school shit. Makes me want to reread some of it.