But I’m not posting my review today because I got to thinking I should preface it by revealing my thoughts on Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man trilogy from last decade. (Yeah, it’s been some time!) In other words, the time is ripe for a special running of the Nerd Triathlon: Spider-Man edition!
So I am very late with this. I picked up so many new blogs to follow while I did Every Damn Day December (EvDaDaDec), that I am still reading posts from January. There are 2800 posts backed up in my email. Now I don’t want to miss anyone’s so I’m slogging through them whenever I get a chance.
In this running of the Nerd Triathlon, we’re going to acquaint you with three shows we are watching this season. As T of V normally ignores television, for me to watch even three new shows is a remarkable occurrence.
So let’s go back to the summer of 1978. I was still a wee splinter, about eight-years-old. And the Star Wars franchise was only a year old. In fact, it wasn’t even technically a franchise yet. Only one movie existed, just one. Oh, we had the Marvel comics; there was an abominable Christmas Special that’s best forgotten; and I think Mark Hamill had been on The Muppet Show by then. And that, my friends, was it.
Till that summer of ’78. One day, I found a little paperback called The Splinter of the Mind’s Eye. Subtitled from the further adventures of Luke Skywalker, the novel was indeed from the further fucking adventures of Luke Skywalker, and oh Jesus was I ready for more! Snatched this beautiful book off the shelf and ran out with it. Almost literally. (Think my mother might have insisted on paying for it, not sure didn’t care.)