I do not know why ‘They Live’ is suddenly culturally relevant, but I don’t mind at all

About a week or so ago, I happened across bits of an old John Carpenter classic on TV: “They Live.” It’s a movie that I love — and even though people sometimes scowl at Rowdy Roddy Piper, I defend him by pointing out that, as a professional wrestler, he’s basically an actor anyway.

Perhaps that late-night television cinema was a harbinger of things to come, or perhaps it was just a tell-tale sign of a more general cultural phenomenon, but it suddenly seems to be that ‘They Live’ is everywhere.

It’s cropped up in conversation, it’s referenced in mix tapes, there’s a book out, they’re talking about a remake — but ditching the sunglasses, and there’s a ridiculously in-depth slideshow online analyzing the movie like an English major.

With all of that (you really should check out all those links), how could I not finally do some Googling and dig up the original short story that “They Live” is based on?

It’s called “Eight O’Clock in the Morning” and it’s by Ray Nelson, and it’s pretty short. I read it in a single sitting, no sweat. It’s like a really long blog post.

Read it here. It’s pretty great.

Gather round, children. It’s story time.

Once upon a time, aliens descended upon the Hundred Acre Wood

There are so many reasons to love the Internet. This story is one of them.

Dinosaurs with guns? Okay, I’ll bite!

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There’s a great short story over at Strange Horizons that I just finished reading. It’s called “Let Us Now Praise Awesome Dinosaurs” and it’s by Leonard Richardson. A sample:

“Humans won’t pay to watch dinosaurs ride motocross bikes forever,” said Tark. “I’m gonna branch out. Target shooting. I’ll be like those tough guys in the action movies. Is my chin strap tight?”

“It’s fine,” said Entippa. The dinosaurs straddled their bikes. “What movies are you talking about? Like the Rogue Raptor schlock? I admit that giving Rahnarsh a gun would help the camp value somewhat—”

The starter’s pistol went off and the two dinosaurs hit their throttles. They rocketed ahead of the pack and shot up the first of a series of packed dirt ramps.

“I’m talking about the humans!” shouted Tark. “Vin Diesel, your Bruce Willis. Your Hulk Hogan, going back a few years.”

“You gonna dress up in a little camo outfit?” said Entippa. “That’s chimp work, dude.”

Tark hit the ground in a slide that left his tail an inch above ground. His feathers sucked up mud. “I pictured something very tasteful,” he said, “with some cows in a meadow, and then I shoot them.”

It’s not that lengthy, and it won’t take to too long to read, but it’s enjoyable.

And, if you enjoy the dinosaurs-with-guns theme, check out the comic book I grabbed an image from, above. It’s called “Why Atomic Robo Hates Dr. Dinosaur” and you can find it all here.

(I linked to the short story via Boing Boing, but I found the comic book all on my owns!)