According to Weather Underground we were supposed to get thunderstorms this evening, then it was changed to tomorrow. About an hour ago the sky got Very Interesting and I moved the truck behind the garage (car’s already in the garage). Tornado siren’s gone off once, most likely due to the tornado in Lewisville, and I’m keeping an eye on radar for round two which should hit us in a half hour or so.

Could be so much worse—looks like Richardson and south Dallas got hammered. Late spring in Texas, whee!

In the meantime I decided I also wanted to relax a bit (yeah, I know—relaxing while watching the radar? I am nothing if not an engima wrapped up in a contradiction smothered in creamy sauce), so I cued up the theatrical release version of Earthquake on Netflix.

*blink*blink*

Up until now the only version I’d ever seen was the one edited for TV. I’m not going to pick on the SFX—they were state of the art at the time, and as the animated blood zooming out at the screen when an elevator plummets to the bottom of its shaft, well, it probably made sense at the time.

But what I found truly hilarious was the idea that Lorne Greene (born in 1915) could play the father of Ava Gardner (born in 1922). Ava played Charlton Heston’s wife and they were similar ages so that worked, but why not hire something a little more appropriate in age to play her dad? I understand the need for suspension of disbelief but kids, that stretched it to the snapping point.

Also, if someone could explain why Geneviève Bujold was hired as Chuck’s young widowed love interest I would really appreciate it because 1) she seemed bored out of her mind most of the time and 2) I’ve seen more chemistry in a salt solution than between Chuck and her.