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Monday August 20
Blogger's down and I have to publish this somewhere, because I want to:I reckon I could write children's fiction. Based on the bedtime story that I read to my little cousin, all young boys want to hear is tales about other young boys, 7-12 years old seems to be the right age bracket, retreading the plot of Indiana Jones and foiling villains along the way. Well, they take away the Nazis and biblical references but it's more or less standard stuff.
Taking established characters and de-aging them, typically to teenage years so that they keep the "cool" factor with pre-teens, also seems to be a useful fad. Hamish, my little cousin, also brought with him a selection of books chronicling the adventures of a young Captain Jack Sparrow. Now, I'm not a Pirates of the Caribbean nut and I know nothing about the books, so I'm not going to go off on a rant about "continuity" and spoiling established characters.
It does, however, bring to mind several such characters that I use to enjoy. I don't remember any younger versions of existing characters but I can recall Shirley Holmes (I had one book but it was apparently a TV series as well) and James Bond Jr., who I believe was the great spy's nephew. I can't really remember much about JBJ (except that it may have had a funny theme song that I'll have to find on YouTube) but I imagine that it involved significantly less sex and gun violence than its big screen uncle. On the other hand, it was set at an American high school...
Still, it seems like I could write one of these. Adding in my own particularly cynical bent, of course. As I did when reading a Jack Stalwart (a series I'd never heard of prior to tonight) book. Why would anyone extend a rope to precisely the depth of the hole they were lowering it into, as measured by some magic gadget? Does the magic rope company charge by the centimetre? And if he then ties some of the rope around his waist, then there's no longer enough rope to reach the bottom of the hole anyway.
Upon further discussion, my Dad tells me that he took a similarly disparaging view on much of what was read to me as a child. I knew I had to have got this cynical streak from somewhere.
So, maybe I'll try writing some of that tomorrow, or even tonight. But for now, I have to get this post up because... well, I'll be honest with you. It's because I'm running out of things to say and I can't be bothered doing any more.
Oh, and I was totally right about the James Bond Jr. intro. I rarely like to use such coarse terms but this truly is worthy of it. Ahem. "ROFLMAO".
(it's here, can't forma links http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHfrRtPU-xs)