I’ve finished reading The War Against the Chtorr series, unfinished as it is.

I think they are probably best read, with long pauses between them, as they were originally published. By the end of the "last" book, I was sure tired:
Tired of worms, tired of war, tired of annoying self help gurus. Tired of... every... damn..... character...

I may never read another Neil Stephenson book.

Arthur decides to tell his mom and his sister (“Dot”) about his new “Lifestyle Choice.” They decide he’s crazy, and slap him in a nuthatch run by a guy named “Peacock,” who attempts to cure people of their predilection for Superheroism. It quickly turns out that Mr. Peacock is, himself, a latent superhero, and spends all night in his office trying on his patients’ confiscated costumes. Arthur discovers this, and is thrown into solitary.

Yes, yes, I know, I know, it’s Monday, not Saturday. We’ve been all through this already: This is about the kinds of movies I used to *watch* on a Saturday afternoon, that doesn’t mean I can only talk about ‘em on a Saturday. So let’s just free our minds of our strictly literal interpretations of things that are, frankly, beneath our notice anyway. I mean, it’s not like the movies I’m reviewing in this feature are any good, right?

That said: We haven’t done one of these in a long while, but when I came across a Japanese space movie I’d never seen before, I just knew I had to cover it.