Filter Through Life


David Update
June 11, 2008, 11:13 am
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I am sorry I have been so sporadic in my posting habits lately.  I have been crazy busy at work and with church and with school and with life.  On the bright side, I am almost done with my first class (finally).  I have read all the books and am now working on the assignments for each.  I should be done in a jiffy.  Maybe, just maybe after that I will have a little bit of time to catch my breath.  I need it. 

 

Until then, thank you for continuing to check back with me.  I have some stuff coming up the pipeline but most of it is a garbled mess right now.  See you when it makes sense.   

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Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket, George!

George Lucas has done it again.  Mr. Lucas, the Grand Poobah of the double-dip (and more), has put his hands in my pockets again.  I have owned the Star Wars Trilogy, in one format or another, several times.  I had the original releases on VHS of course.  I also had the original trilogy in the digitally re-mastered version on VHS.  When the special edition VHS box-set came out I had to buy that as well.  Finally, I just had to have the DVD box set when it was first released.  Unfortunately, the box-set only includes the special edition but I simply refuse to buy this series one more time. 

 

But I digress.  I am not talking about this kind of double-dip.  The kind of double-dip I am talking about is much, much worse.  The kind of double-dip I am referring to comes from the dark side of the Force.  A couple of weeks ago I reviewed the latest screen gem from Mr. Lucas.  I refer to the forced and contrived, geriatric version of Indiana Jones.  I loved Raiders of the Lost Ark and Temple of Doom.  The Last Crusade was pretty good too but Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is a steaming pile of doo-doo.  I’ve seen it twice.

 

Cheri, my loving and beautiful wife, said she really wanted to see it despite my objections.  I couldn’t weasel my way out of it so, much to my chagrin, I saw it again this weekend.  I thought it would be a little better since I was not in a bad mood this time.  I thought it might be a little better since I decided I really wanted to give it a chance.  Deep down I wanted, and still do want to love it.  I still hate it. 

 

As a matter of fact, despite the fact that I was in a good mood when we went to see it, the movie going experience was a whole lot worse.  There was a couple two seats down from me that wouldn’t stop talking.  I mean TALKING, not whispering.  I think the movie was a little too loud for their liking so to protest they talked over it…the whole stinking time.  To make matters worse, the dude sitting one seat down from me wouldn’t even move his feet when I had to go to the restroom.  I said excuse me twice; once with my face directly in front of his because I was off-balance.  I should have acted like I tripped and sat in the dudes lap.

 

So anyway, I can’t wait to go see The Incredible Hulk or something.  I have to get this bad taste out of my mouth.  If everything I have heard about The Hulk is accurate then at least one of my childhood icons will not be reduced to a deleterious pile of stinking awful.

 

P.S.  Honey, I hope you know how much I love you.  I would have done this for no one but you.  Talk about nurturing!  This in going on my accountability report. J