JVisgaitis said:
Oh, and you can all be jealous of me. Frazetta's museum is approximately an hour and a half from my front door. I go there at least once a year because he always rotates his paintings. If you think his work is impressive, you haven't seen nothing till you see it in person. He's also a really nice guy.
You lucky, lucky son of a . . .
Joshua Dyal said:
I've read at least the first novel of that Death Dealer series. I remember thinking they were pretty forgettable, and since that's about the only thing I can remember, I guess they were. I'm still of half a mind to go search them down again, though.
Yeah, like I said, the writing isn't good, but it's just so over-the-top that, I don't know, it's great dumb fun. If you've read the first, you have, in a sense, read the others. I like to think of them as the textual equivalent of double fudge doughnuts: absolutely no redeeming nutritional value (except for a shot of Frazetta-art vitamins secreted in the recipe), but sometimes, you'd rather have a double fudge doughnut instead of spinach. In the course of a strong diet of literary health food, it's nice to indulge the dumb fun tastebuds on occasion.
barsoomcore said:
My wife REALLY likes Frazetta's work. And can be very persuasive...
Dude, do you wake up every morning and acknowledge to the universe just how lucky you are? Because if you don't, you should.
Great games, great players (some of them are wild airline stewardesses, fer cryin' out loud!), residence in a truly beautiful section of geography, outstanding writing ability, and a wife who appreciates Frazetta . . . .
Which ancient chosen-one hero child did you free from tyrranical hegemony in a past life? 'cause the down-the-line karma is paying you back big time.
Warrior Poet