Movie Previews

I don't see many movies these days, but that I doesn't mean I'm immune to previews...

Extremely Excited: No Country for Old Men

Mildly Excited: The Darjeeling Limited

Looks Kind of Crappy: Beowulf

Will Have to Go Alone: Dynamite Warrior

Would Love to See But Will Probably Forget: Lust, Caution

Wish They Hadn't Remade: Sleuth

Ben Will Try to Convince Me to See: King of Kong

Yeah, yeah

Yes, I've been lazy about posting lately. We've had a busy 20-day run at work, I spent some of that time in San Francisco, and my laptop at home was rendered useless by a lightning strike. Excuses, excuses, excuses. I apologize, okay?

My brother, sister-in-law, sister, and potential brother-in-law all reside in San Francisco, which explains the visit. As noted earlier, my sister-in-law is pregnant. Six months down. Three to go. Babies still take nine months, right? Science hasn't figured out how to cut it to nine weeks or something? She looks good - pregnant glow, pregnant waddle, etc. I think my brother is starting to cope with the idea of a baby breaking up his normal schedule. I didn't see my sister too much - something about a three-day BAR exam (Mon-Wed) and a trip to South Africa (starting Thurs). Busy life, she has.

Anyway, I hope to get a new laptop soon so that I can adequately and more frequently post from the comfort of my apartmentstead. Life could get busy again soon, though. Last night Karah appointed me as Death. Could be a tough job. We'll see.

Collector's Item?

On Wednesday night, ace third basewoman and struggling adept number-two hitter Angie purchased cans of Budweiser for our softball team. Said cans included images of Dale Earnhardt, Jr., the overrated NASCAR driver. Somehow two cans of the bubbly delicacy were left over at night's end, and she gave one to me. The Budweiser is safely tucked away in my fridge and may now be a collector's item...

Bud to Dale: Git 'r Off my Can!

Then again, I said similar things about all the baseball cards I accumulated a couple decades ago, and those cardboard coasters aren't worth crap.

What about Morpheus?

Regular readers of Fark.com probably already saw this story, but I'm pasting it here, too. Why? Well, I have a crazy question.

Let's pretend you are a big dog at, say, the British Museum, and the historical center housed a bunch of tablets with cuneiform inscriptions. And let's say the museum held those tablets since, say, 1920.

Do you think you would have an expert maybe take a look at those there tablets within the first 87 years of them sitting on display? Or just let them sit there and try to guess what they say?

Lunch

"It is better to be happy than wise."
-My fortune cookie

I disagreed and refused to eat the whole cookie. There's no way Confucius said that.

"Life in a Cage"

I'm not sure if I feel more (1) sad for Amber and Jaxon Willits or (2) respect for Reggie's dedication to his craft.

I'll let you be the judge of their dwelling choice.

Dammit!

Well, it was a good run while it lasted. I returned home from work today and noticed that my new/used hubcap had already jumped ship car.

Is that like a body rejecting a donated organ?

Should I be offended? Or is this just another sign that I need a new car? Or no car at all?

Hubcap, baby, hubcap...

About five or six years ago, my Altima shed its left front hubcap on a snowy, icy, slick cloverleaf in Edina. Since that day, I've told myself that the missing part gave the car character - a tough attitude. And by "tough" I mean it was like putting a bulldog tattoo on Abigail Breslin and claiming she's now bad-ass. But, anyway, I didn't want to invest in new tires and rims because I don't care much about cars other than I use them to get from A to B.

Last night, Deb and I left a drinking establishment in Uptown and were walking down the sidewalk to her car. I stopped abruptly and stared at the ground. A hubcap. A Nissan hubcap. Just sitting there on the ground. Alone. Dirty. I stood there looking at the lonely vehicle accessory and silently pondered my next actions. Deb saw my actions and verbalized the events:

"Are you looking at that hubcap?"
"Hey, I wonder if...it does say 'Nissan' on it!"
"Is it the same as yours?"

"We'll see." And see we did. I took the hubcap back to my block, snapped it onto my tire (now on the front right), and...no more black eye.

And to think I was in a horrible mood last night before that happened...

Tony Blair

I found this to be interesting: 25 or so opinions in the Telegraph regarding Tony Blair's 10-year run as Prime Minister. Mr Blair is now set to become Bush's lackey envoy for the US, UN, EU, and Russia in the Middle East. My research uncovered the following news regarding that position:

"The 2007 Envoy is a midsize SUV that seats five and comes in three trim levels: SLE, SLT and Denali. SLE versions come with 17-inch alloy wheels, dual-zone manual air-conditioning, a CD player, full power accessories, keyless entry and OnStar telematics."

Dual-zone AC will be a huge help in Syria and Saudi Arabia. Huge. And nobody goes into Afghanistan without OnStar. Or so I hear.

But seriously, that Telegraph article was neat and links to other appealing articles and opinions about Blair and Gordon Brown, his successor.

Any idea is a good idea

Some friends of friends are holding a "White Trash" party this weekend. As far as I know, it's the second annual - which is to say the second one I've been invited to. Last year, I ran around in the mid-afternoon trying to find quality clothing for myself and others, and I happened to hit upon a gem. Tight, white jean shorts for $4. Everything else - the hat, the shades, the stained wife-beater, the Dale Earnhardt Budweiser - was secondary to the beauty that was the white jean shorts.

Well, I can't find them. I probably either donated or tossed the shorts away when I moved last year. So, I'm back to square one and trying not to wait until the last minute. My softball teammate, Covert, already came up with the Greatest. Idea. Ever. I'm just hoping to show up in the second-best outfit of the evening.

Any ideas? Suggestions? Or should Deb and I just show up as George and Laura?