So I'm gonna just run with this from my perspective, which probably has no bearing on truth or reality, except that perspective defines reality from a given position.
Anyway.
Yesterday I went up to Fredericksburg and bought a new car. I was giggling like a little girl all afternoon, and looking for any excuse to not stay home last night. So I called my buddy Daniel, and he passed along an invitation to a 70's party. I jumped at the chance to 1) drive my new car and 2) meet new people 3) especially the, uh, female kind. Cause you know what? I'm alone. Not quite single, but not married, either (I still wear my ring, and I miss Amanda tremendously, but there's a reality to this shit, too, that exceeds the romantic).
So I got there and within minutes met a stunning young lady. We were yukking it up in no time, and before I knew what was what, I was getting an offhanded invitation to come visit her at her house at some indefinite point. To share her hookah. Word, yo! Conversation with her and Daniel ventured to relative age, and he said that I was the oldest at the party. She didn't believe me, and asked how old I am. I made her guess.
She came back with 22. Holy somethingorother! Are you serious? I'm a 33-year-old widower who's just been told I look 22 AND been invited back to her house. Good, no?
No.
Apparently she hadn't yet seen my socks. Or my belt-clip cell-phone holder. One look near my feet and she starts laughing and pointing. I wear short socks, but I wear socks. Evidently that's not done any more, 'cause then she blurts out, "If I'd seen the socks first, I would have said 30." Thank God I left my walker and golf pants in the car.
However, the moment is salvaged by some quick mental footwork and banter.
An hour LATER, after much alcohol, chitchat, flirtation, and heart palpitations, she says, "My husband should be here soon." Come again? Your what? [sing-song] AWKWARD.
Yep. So anyway, today I went and bought new socks. Really short ones that kind of hide in the shoe. Heaven forbid I should actually look my age. (Watch, these kids probably have some litmus test whereby they examine your footwear specifically for the kind of socks I'm trying to get away with. Bastards. Get off my lawn!)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Star Trek
So I saw the movie last night. I gotta say the last several installments were so poorly received that I felt a little embarrassed asking for a ticket. Weird, huh?
Anyway, as everybody in the whole world already knows, this one is much better than what we've seen in a long time. Better caliber of actors, better script, better effects, better director, better, better, better.
And do you want to know what my favorite bit was? Of course you do! I think J. J. Abrams is a Star Wars fan. Like a big one. I nearly peed my pants when the cadets were being loaded into shuttles. Looked for all the world like the scene on the third moon of Yavin when the rebels are getting ready to attack the Death Star. And I doubt very strongly that it was coincidental. And the giant random space monsters on the ice planet had exactly the sort of "there's always a bigger fish" look like under the oceans of Naboo. Spock's ice cave? Yup, we got some cross-over! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Oh, wait, did I completely fail to notice the DEATH STAR? Ok, yeah: so it was a "drill" with "red matter", but come on. It poked a hole in the planet with a giant energy beam. Death Star. And in case you missed it, there was totally that same vibe as in Return of the Jedi, where they had to destroy the shield station: can't transport or communicate until the drill / antenna is gone.
So I completely loved it.* Sure, it was cheese-ball, and let the trekkIES whine all they want about canon. I'm starting to think reboots are ok. But I am not on board with a Cliffhanger reboot.
Many thanks to Mr. G for joining me last night.
(And how freakin' cool was it that, for once, Spock got the girl!)
*I think it's safe to say that even Amanda, who just barely didn't hate all things Star Trek (excepting the 3 minutes of Star Trek VI with Christian Slater), would have enjoyed this movie.
Anyway, as everybody in the whole world already knows, this one is much better than what we've seen in a long time. Better caliber of actors, better script, better effects, better director, better, better, better.
And do you want to know what my favorite bit was? Of course you do! I think J. J. Abrams is a Star Wars fan. Like a big one. I nearly peed my pants when the cadets were being loaded into shuttles. Looked for all the world like the scene on the third moon of Yavin when the rebels are getting ready to attack the Death Star. And I doubt very strongly that it was coincidental. And the giant random space monsters on the ice planet had exactly the sort of "there's always a bigger fish" look like under the oceans of Naboo. Spock's ice cave? Yup, we got some cross-over! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Oh, wait, did I completely fail to notice the DEATH STAR? Ok, yeah: so it was a "drill" with "red matter", but come on. It poked a hole in the planet with a giant energy beam. Death Star. And in case you missed it, there was totally that same vibe as in Return of the Jedi, where they had to destroy the shield station: can't transport or communicate until the drill / antenna is gone.
So I completely loved it.* Sure, it was cheese-ball, and let the trekkIES whine all they want about canon. I'm starting to think reboots are ok. But I am not on board with a Cliffhanger reboot.
Many thanks to Mr. G for joining me last night.
(And how freakin' cool was it that, for once, Spock got the girl!)
*I think it's safe to say that even Amanda, who just barely didn't hate all things Star Trek (excepting the 3 minutes of Star Trek VI with Christian Slater), would have enjoyed this movie.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
More Sadness to Report
Not mine this time, but a friend miscarried. I can't imagine the emotions that go with that. Please lift her up in your prayers.
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