It Ain't The Years, Honey. It's the Mileage

Twitter is good. Twitter is wise. I've already learned stuff through the medium of tweeting.

First, I was introduced to soy lattes by Laura. Didn't particularly like it, but at least I tried it. And my Grandmother said you should always try everything once. 

True, it was the same Grandmother who once gave me a huge pile of pornography as a present. Trust me, the erotic possibilities of all porn is ruined once your Grandmother gives you a box of it.

Anyway, also through Twitter, Dean Lines stuck up a link to a transcript of a story conference between Lawrence Kasdan, George Lucas and Steven Spielberg as they bashed out the idea for Raiders of the Lost Ark. Here it is. 

I'm making my way through it and it's a good read. Thanks Dean!

You know who I felt most empathy for in "Raiders"? Pat Roach's huge bald Nazi. He's all chuffed because he's beaten up the action-man archaeologist - a good day's work - and then he turns around and gets a propellor in the face. That's life kids. For every fight you win, there's a face-chopping propellor around the corner. 

There, I don't think I can stretch that metaphor any further.