Stephen King vs Stephen Hawking

i think that instead of all this versus business we should get them together to co-write a novel that explores the cosmos and features notable sg characters.

if not, i'd at least like to see stephen hawking tow a minivan with his wheelchair.

i think the SG army should write our own novel about exploring the cosmos, featuring the various SG personalities.

we've got several space pirates, bondage fairies, web meisters, ic designers, black holes, worm holes, ..., killers, girls to die for, ..., english majors, major babes, ..., a taxi driver, people who've seen "Taxi Driver", ... & a partridge in a pear tree somewhere

i tell ya, the SG universe is amazing, & a pretty darn happy place to hang out

it deserves a full-length japanese-style comic book, or at least a serious flash animation.

we could call it "The Further Adventures of Missy & Spooky"

[Edited on Aug 01, 2002 by zenmonk]

spooky will just have to be a dotted line in the shape of some dude with a question mark in the middle

Let's talk, you and I. Let's talk about fear.

The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is falling outside. It's night. Sometimes when the wind blows the way it's blowing now, we lose the power. But for now it's on, and so let's talk very honestly about fear. Let's talk very rationally about moving to the rim of madness... and perhaps over the edge.

My name is Stephen King. I am a grown man with a wife and three children. I love them, and I believe that the feeling is reciprocated. My job is writing, and it's a job I like very much. The stories -- Carrie, 'Salem's Lot, and The Shining -- have been successful enough to allow me to write full-time, which is an agreeable thing to be able to do. At this point in my lie I seem to be reasonably healthy. In the last year I have been able to reduce my cigarette habit from the unfiltered brand I had smoked since I was eighteen to a low nicotine and tar brand, and I still hope to be able to quit completely. My family and I live in a pleasant house beside a relatively unpolluted lake in Maine; last fall I awoke one morning and saw a deer standing on my back lawn by the picnic table. We have a good life.

Still... let's talk about fear. We won't raise our voices and we won't scream; we'll talk rationally, you and I. We'll talk about the way the good fabric of things sometimes has a way of unraveling with shocking suddenness.

At night, when I go to bed, I still am at pains to be sure that my legs are unger the blankets after the lights go out. I'm not a child anymore but... I don't like to sleep with one leg sticking out. Because if a cool hand ever reached out from under the bed and grasped my ankle, I might scream. Yes, I might scream to wake the dead. That sort of thing doesn't happen, of course, and we all know that. In the stories that follow you will encounter all manner of night creatures; vampires, demon lovers, a thing that lives in the closet, all sorts of other terrors. None of them are real. The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

Sometimes I speak before groups of people who are interested in writing or literature, and before the question-and-answer period is over, someone always rises and asks this question: Why do you choose to write about such gruesome subjects?

I usually answer this question with another question: Why do you assume that I have a choice?

Writing is a catch-as-catch-can sort of occupation. All of us seem to come equipped with filters on the floors of our minds, and all the filters have differing sizes and meshes. What catches in my filter may run right through yours. What catches in yours may pass through mine, no sweat. All of us seem to have a built-in obligation to sift through the sludge that gets caught in our respective mind-filters, and what we find there usually develops into some sort of sideline. The accountant may also be a photographer. The astronomer may collect coins. The schoolteacher may do gravestone rubbings in charcoal. The sludge caught in the mind's filter, the stuff that refuses to go through, frequently becomes each person's private obsession. In civilized society we have an unspoken agreement to call our obsessions "hobbies."

(to be continued)


[Edited on Aug 01, 2002 by INKEDgirl]

What do you mean different? Haven't you seen the full page ads he places in HUSTLER?

That's a tough one. As an engineer, I've always appreciated the innovations of Tesla. Actually, the only two that come to mind right now are the inducion motor and Tesla coils, but Tesla was definately one of the greatest applied physicists / engineers of his time.

On the other hand, you have to have appreciation for Hawking. He is one of the few people who has successfully found relations between the macro world of gravitional physics and the micro world of quantum physics. I think that if anyone ever conceives of a plausible Grand Unification Theory (the Holy Grail of physics), that person will probably have had some level of inspiration from the collaborative work of Hawking and Penrose.

eNtRopY

One was in Creepshow. The other wasn't. I rest my case.

whoaaaaaaaaaa, threadbump!

wow. Let's call 'im Digger !

...could have at least picked a better thread.