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- The Pride of Chanur<\/i> by C.J. Cherryh. I read this book in college after discovering it was the source of Leslie Fish’s song “The Pride of Chanur”, it’s about a cat race who have a naked man hide out on their ship after being captured by a trading partner. Heather has since heard the song, but has not read the book. Now she can, after I reread it.\n<\/li>\n
- 2010: Odyssey Two<\/i> and 2061: Odyssey Three<\/i> by Arthur C. Clarke. I saw the movies out of order; I saw 2010<\/i> several times while it was in heavy Showtime rotation and I was a poor young man confined to a trailer in rural Missouri. I saw 2001<\/i> a couple of years ago when Heather got it on Netflix. Now, with only the last two books, I can finally figure out what the monoliths meant. I hope it’s not screwed up like Rama was.\n<\/li>\n
- After Worlds Collide<\/i> by Philip Wylie and Edwin Balmer. I read the first book, When Worlds Collide<\/i>, in middle school or high school.\n<\/li>\n
- Songmaster<\/i> by Orson Scott Card. Because he’s supposed to be good or something.\n<\/li>\n
- Slapstick<\/i> by Kurt Vonnegut. Now that he’s dead, I see a lot of his old hardbacks for sale. Perhaps with the master dead, the spell is broken? I haven’t yet read one, so I wouldn’t know.\n
- All of the Star Trek movies on videocassette except Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan<\/i>.\n<\/li>\n
- Clue<\/i> on videocassette.\n<\/li>\n
- To Our Children’s Children’s Children<\/i> and On the Threshold of a Dream<\/i> by the Moody Blues on vinyl.\n<\/li>\n
- Softly, As I Leave You<\/i> by Frank Sinatra on vinyl.\n<\/li>\n
- Chariots of Fire<\/i> on vinyl.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
I thought it was going to be a greater deal, as I’d heard the little old lady running the sale that videocassettes were fifty cents, which meant I could not pass up the almost complete set of Star Trek films; when I got to the checkout, though, she charged me a buck each. I am a weak man; I cannot quibble over $4.50 to a sweet old lady who was probably selling off stuff her grandchildren played with and read, ungrateful grandchildren who never call or visit and leave her to eke out a living selling junk to afford the tomato sauce she can cut with water and call soup for dinner every night. So I bucked up and paid the nine bucks for the lot. Come to think of it, she must have charged me a dollar a piece for the albums, too, instead of the fifty cents they were marked. I’m an easy mark, apparently.<\/p>\n
- 2010: Odyssey Two<\/i> and 2061: Odyssey Three<\/i> by Arthur C. Clarke. I saw the movies out of order; I saw 2010<\/i> several times while it was in heavy Showtime rotation and I was a poor young man confined to a trailer in rural Missouri. I saw 2001<\/i> a couple of years ago when Heather got it on Netflix. Now, with only the last two books, I can finally figure out what the monoliths meant. I hope it’s not screwed up like Rama was.\n<\/li>\n