February 14, 2005

Scattered Thoughts and Musings

Went to see Hide and Seek this Friday. You know that movie, Secret Window, with Johnny Depp? Have you seen it? Then you've seen Hide and Seek. Seriously. They are the EXACT SAME MOVIE, even down to the good old fashioned "hit 'em with a shovel" method of removing the plot obstacle. And you don't even get the cold comfort of Depp cheekbones to make up for the blatant rip-off, either.

Netflixed Friday Night Lights and Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Guess which one Hublet watched with me and which one I watched alone? Friday Night Lights was good, but it's weird seeing Lucas Black as a high schooler. I'm still in Sling Blade mode with him. Resident Evil was refreshing, in that "I'm literally watching the movie of the video game, right down to the cut scenes" kind of Mortal Kombat I way. Stuff blew up real good, and people died horribly at a respectably brisk clip. A nice capper to a too-short weekend.

After following a vehicle that was so thoroughly covered with those stick-on "cause" ribbons that its paint job was completely obscured, I came to a realization: I am sick to death of ribbons: red ribbons for AIDS or heart disease, yellow for troops, weird star-spangled ones for God knows what, pink ones for breast cancer--seriously, people. Do we need to have stupid pieces of fabric pinned to our chests or stuck to our cars before we can officially be supporters of a cause? Plus there are so many now I have no idea what they even mean. Perhaps I shall begin sporting a ribbon in tartan, and when folks ask me what cause I support I'll just answer, "Oh, just freaking PICK ONE!"

And speaking of stupid pieces of fabric, I am over the politics/pubic area thing completely. Yes, our president's last name is Bush. And yes, we have a senator named Boxer. Do I have to point out that the attendant jokes are, how do I put this--beyond puerile, stupid, jejune and gauche? (Yes, I could probably use some more French there, but I made my point). Or that no one takes you seriously if you sport underwear with your favorite politician or your "fighting of the power" consists primarily of twat references? My grandmother would have been out there pimp-slapping some people for that sort of behavior, and I would have proudly held her cane while she did it.

No, I haven't fixed the comments. No, I don't have time right now. Them's the breaks.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at February 14, 2005 02:03 PM
Comments

Hey! What do you know! I can talk!

There is a social obligation to laugh at jokes, especially ones you have heard the same guy tell before a thousand times. He's probably a friend and you're hanging out at the local airport or something watching student pilots take off and land, and the cadence of interaction calls for a joke. Since he's a guy, it relates to what he had been thinking about most recently.

That's in fact why humans have developed a fake laugh, among all species.

Guy to stewardess : Can I have some of your TWA tea?

That's a thousand-timer.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at February 14, 2005 02:22 PM

Dear God.

The magic powers of Ron Hardin have mysteriously restored my comments to their former glory.

It's a Valentine's Day Miracle!

Cool, now I can procrastinate about the upgrade some more.

Posted by: BAW at February 14, 2005 03:01 PM

Man, I'm out of touch: the "Bush-Boxer" thing never occurred to me, and your post was the first time I'd seen it.

Posted by: Michael at February 14, 2005 08:54 PM

Michael -

I live to serve. I also charge extra for the bleach that you'll need to cleanse that image from your mind.

Posted by: BAW at February 14, 2005 09:41 PM

I exist to return favors: picture Ted Kennedy in a thong.

Posted by: Michael at February 14, 2005 11:30 PM

"Ted Kennedy in a thong??!!!!"
Noooooooooooo! (exit stage left, screaming hysterically)

Posted by: Sgt. Mom at February 15, 2005 12:40 PM

Michael & BAW:

It's not bleach you need - it's mental floss (for those times when an image gets wedged (wedgied) between two neurons and you just can't get it loose).

Posted by: Pete at February 15, 2005 08:40 PM

Ted in a thong...

Keeping getting an image a la Berkeley Breathed's "Opus" cartoon.

Anybody else see a thonged Ted hangin' at the beach with an equally thonged Bill the cat? Poppin' a few beers and oogling the ladies?

Posted by: di at February 16, 2005 01:53 PM