Friday night I watched “GI Joe: Rise of the
Franchise,” because I’d put it in my Netflix Q one day after I had been
huffing a sack of Testor’s glue. It’s hard to criticize a movie for
being silly and unrealistic when the phrase “In Association with
Hasbro” appears in the opening credits; it’s like being disappointed by
the intercessional depth of “Hula: Hoop Force Nine” when the credits
state it’s produced by Wham-O. I’ll say this: better than Transformers.
If movies like this had been around when I was 14 I don’t think I would
have left the theater without seeing it four times.
He seems to be back in bleating form.
The Brown race has breathed life into my political heart, much like the Knowshon draft lured me into watching this Season's Broncos' collapse. Lets hope this story breaks better.
I was thinking today that I should mention that Lucky was put down last year. That dog was amazing. Super obedient without any training. Loved attention but would not press this issue past one brushoff. Would, if allowed, start with her chin, then a paw, then three more, and before you knew it she was curled up in your lap and happy as a clam. She was athletic too: It was only the older Coco's superior route running that ever netted her a catch over the upstart Lucky.
Well, not that I bring up Coco, I should mention that Coco was a better pure frisbee dog. You could n't trick her and she had great ups. Ok, so they were both great dogs.
What else... I had something else.... Something runs through the music of The Arcade Fire such that only their undeniably great songs really do it for me, the rest is too.... something. Like an exotic sportscar that is too exotic. I am tempted to say that they are too themed, but that would make me inconsistant. Can't have that.
And as I found myself nitpicking yet another obviously talented band, I realized I need to reaffirm that all this music is great. I think a very mild ear issue has left me irritable these last two months. I'm gonna get it checked out.
Who was that guy who had a railroad nail through his head and it changed his personality. Gage, I think it was. I think I have a mild case of that. 'Cept it's probably ear wax, not a railroad pin.....
Yum.
