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I’ve been meaning to write about the great time we had at Busch Gardens in Tampa over Christmas break.  It’s a combination of an amusement park and a zoo.  I really loved it because you could look at all the animals on your way from one ride to another.  Also, the park was not too big, so I didn’t feel overwhelmed, the grounds were attractive, and there weren’t a lot of hills or big loops that take you nowhere.   Adam and his stepmom both get motion sick, and Samantha doesn’t quite meet the height requirements, so Adam’s sister and I went on two coasters: Gwazi, a wooden roller coaster, and SheiKra, which starts with a 200 foot 90 degree drop before twisting you into a pretzel.  It was awesome!

We also saw an ice skating show (outdoors in the 75 degree Florida weather!)  Our tickets to the park and the show were given to us courtesy of the female lead in the show, another wonderful girl named Samantha.  My own Sam loved the show, and when she saw her namesake on the ice, she cried, BARBIE, BARBIE!  It was a fantastic day, and really kicked off our vacation in a good way.

Tonight I was reading Go, Dog. Go! to Sam.  We got to the page where there is a dog roller skating.  She pointed to the skates and said, DOH DOH, which is her way of saying, “what is that called?”  I said, “roller skates.”   She said, BARBIE.

Deb, Sam, and Sam

Troy

We just finished watching Troy.  It took us two nights, but even so, I was surprised to find it was a good movie.  I enjoyed it much more than reading The Iliad because the creators of the movie accomplished a rare feat: proper modernization of a classic.  The story is mostly the same, and what was changed just makes the conclusion more satisfying.  The gods do not participate, but belief in them plays a role in mortals’ motivation.  The battle scenes are not gratuitous and serve to advance the plot, while being quite thrilling to watch.  There is no cynicism or self-mockery in the movie at all – it takes itself seriously.  Each character is unique and you can understand the motivation for all of their actions.  The central conflict is between two good men, not good versus evil, which is an important element to me, as I’ve written before.  And somehow, the creators of this movie essentialized the story so well that I actually found the plot compelling.  Homer left me cold in comparison.

I wish Achilles had been played by somebody other than Brad Pitt.  As Adam said as the movie began, it’s getting harder and harder to watch a movie with him in it because of what we know about him as a celebrity.  Ditto Tom Cruise.  Maybe we need to stop watching The Soup so we can enjoy our movies more.

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. I went to a movie in the middle of the day!  What a luxury.  This whole Christmas season has reminded me what it means to relax and enjoy.  (We saw Yes Man and it was pretty funny.  Classic Jim Carrey.)
  2. We bought Samantha a harmonica after seeing her play on Kyle’s iPhone.  And I thought the phone-as-harmonica was a joke.
  3. I was introduced to Tom Tom.  Wicked cool.

 

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. Our friend Kyle is visiting from Orange County.  He’s a teacher at the best school in the country, as far as I’m concerned.
  2. Watched Dr. Horrible.  Joss Whedon is a genius.
  3. Cooked and ate an excellent dinner, if I do say so myself.  Top sirloin with garlic and thyme, baked potatoes, and a basic salad.  You just can’t go wrong with The Joy of Cooking.

I’ll never hear YYZ the same way again.  I thought we were supposed to think that Rush was an amazing band for making all this sound with only THREE musicians!

 

(via list of the day)

Something the Lord Made is a great movie.  It’s theme is:  The intrinsic value of doing work you love is more fundamental than any reward you can gain from the world for doing it. 

The movie is based on the true story of the two men who pioneered heart surgery.  The partners, one a relatively uneducated black man and the other a respected doctor, are both great men, and the central conflict is one of good versus good – an essential element in any good movie.  (Even the better superhero movies present an internal clash within the hero which ties in to his struggles against evil.)

Without giving away too much, I can say that this movie portrayed independence as the antidote to racism.  Watching it during this historic time when our great nation has elected a black man as President gave the story extra meaning.

Forgive me, Internet, for I have sinned.  It has been 185 days since my last confession. 

I watch too much TV.

From Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, I learned to use wet toilet paper to wipe up the dusty hairy gunk from the bathroom counter before using a cleaning product.

From The Newleywed Game, I learned to use pubic hair to lather up soap in the shower.

From the The Man Show, I learned to throw dry garments in the dryer with a wet towel to steam out the wrinkles.

At least you can say that you learned these handy tips from a blog.  I, however, am off to say 5 Hail Hiro‘s and 4 Our Father Who Art in Prison‘s.

Sam is sick again so we’re watching Sesame Street right now.  She’s been very interested in the alphabet lately and has been pointing to and naming letters.  Sesame Street was doing an alphabet skit and Sam was saying a lot of the letters when they came up on the screen.  But after “H” she stopped and said, “Y.” I told her, “that’s K; that’s L,” but she just said “Y” a few more times and then waited for it to appear.  After it came and went, she said, “Bye bye Y. Bye bye Y.  Bye bye Y.”

(Warning:  Includes spoilers from episodes 1 and 2, air date 9/25/08)

 

Michelle, the angry victim, was the first person voted off Survivor: Gabon last week.  It reminds me of something I witnessed at the doctor’s office a couple of weeks ago.

I was in the waiting room when this tense woman walked in.  Angry Woman went to the front desk and asked where Dr. D.’s office was.  The receptionist told her that this was indeed his office.  Her response was, “Oh, well I would have expected his name to be on the door or something.”  The receptionist asked her name, and whether she had her “orders.”  In a short tone, Angry Woman said that, no, she didn’t have her orders.  The receptionist asked about some other paperwork and by now, Angry Woman was pissed.  She sarcastically told the receptionist that she did not have that paperwork either, the implication being that the receptionist was out of line for asking.  Angry Woman was given some forms to fill out and she sat down, fuming.  After a moment, she declared to the room at large, “I might just have to leave.”  She looked around at all of us, seeking a sympathetic face I suppose, and apparently the woman next to me gave it to her.  Angry Woman addressed my neighbor directly:  ”Did they treat you like that? I might not be able to stay here if they are going to treat me like that.  Did they treat you like that?” My neighbor mumbled, “Yes.”  Then Angry Woman muttered to herself for a minute or two.  Eventually she went back to the receptionist and gave her a tongue lashing about how people who come here are in pain, and need help, and if this is the level of service from the receptionist what can she expect from the doctor, and she might just have to leave, and she is outraged, etc. etc.

I’ve been to this doctor about 8 times, and the administrative staff is way above average and I’ve always been treated with respect.  The receptionist treated Angry Woman the same way, at least until Angry Woman gave her the bad attitude.  Then, the receptionist was a bit more formal and short, but that’s about the extent of it.

After chewing out the receptionist, Angry Woman joined my neighbor and they started bitching together about how terribly they have been treated.  I had to change seats because I just couldn’t take the needless negativity.

Later that day, I went to the drive through at McDonald’s.  I ordered a Filet O’ Fish and a milk.  Chicken McNuggets came up on the display screen.  I corrected the order a few times, and managed to get the fish sandwich and milk up on the screen, but no matter what I told the woman on the other side of the intercom, those nuggets stayed up there.  I was laughing when she asked me, “Will that be all?” as the quantity of nuggets went from 1 to 2 to 3.  In a silly voice to make sure she knew I wasn’t mad, I said, “yes, but NO NUGGETS.”  She laughed and finally got them deleted.  When I got to the window to pay, I said, “You’re really doing the hard sell on those nuggets today, aren’t you?”  She laughed and we had a nice moment.

How many times in the past have I been bitchy about someone getting my order wrong, or misspelling my name 3 times in a row, or not using their turn signal?  What a waste!  Most of these people are not incompetent or mean or out to get me.  Maybe they are new on the job, or hard of hearing, or are actually doing something good that I’m just not aware of.  Sure, the incompetent people are out there, but going through your life angry about how the stupid people are making your life hell is counterproductive.  I’ve been doing it for 30 years and I’m just realizing that I’ve been the stupid one.

Michelle bitched and moaned about how her tribe mates were stupid.  They voted her off because of her negativity, but she was convinced that they were losers and that they voted her off because she was strong.

Victims choose to live in the world that they complain about.

Kiwi

This is probably the most beautifully sad video I’ve ever seen on YouTube:

Last Friday night was “Parents Night Out” at Sam’s day care.  For $20, they babysit the kids from 6:30 – 10:00pm, and dinner is included.  They do this once a month and that’s usually all the babysitting we need for a night out here and there.  On Friday we decided to see a movie instead of going out to dinner, our usual outing.  The Dark Knight was still playing at a nice theatre just 8 miles away and it started at 6:55pm – giving us just enough time to get there after dropping off Sam.  We loved Batman Begins and really wanted to see this sequel in the theater, so we felt very lucky that it worked out so well. 

It was raining that night so I worried about traffic delays, but getting there was no problem.  I got the tickets while Adam parked, we raced in for popcorn and soda, and had just enough time to visit the restroom before the previews began.  Perfect!

About an hour into the movie it occurred to me that those previews had gone on for quite a while, and movies tend to be so long now that we might be cutting it close for Sam’s 10 o’clock pickup.  I checked my watch – it was 8:05.  I forgot about it.

By 8:45, I was thinking about it again.  Why didn’t we think to check the running time?  I guess we figured 3 1/2 hours had to be plenty of time.  It felt like the movie was about to end, but I’d been feeling that way every time the scene changed for the past 10 minutes.   At 9:05, I whispered to Adam that we might have to leave before it was over.   It was only a 15 minute drive, but we had never been to this theater before.  Sometimes it takes 10 minutes just to get out of the parking lot at a busy, mall-based theater like this one.  And I had to go to the bathroom.  And it was raining.  And it was Friday night.  What would they do with Sam if we were late?  I’ve actually had nightmares about forgetting to pick her up at day care, so I started to get anxious. 

By 9:15 I was freaking out and I didn’t process the end of the movie at all.  It finally ended at 9:30.  Some people applauded.  I stood up so fast that I accidentally pulled a woman’s hair by grabbing at the seat in front of me so that I could gain that fraction of a second.   Adam gallantly indulged me and rushed to the car while I went to the ladies room.  I was so stressed out that I criticized his driving the whole way back – I really thought the car was just going to slide right off the wet road.

We made it back with 5 minutes to spare.  I can’t say that I learned a lesson from this about chilling out.  Maybe that is the right lesson, but what I’ve decided is that I will never go out to a movie again without checking the running time.

We’re going to have to rent The Dark Knight on video as soon as it comes out so I can see the end.  I think it might have been quite a good movie.

Sam has been watching a lot of TV since she’s been sick.  Normally, I like to let Sam watch videos and TV in moderation.  It can be a nice break in an active day and it is true that sometimes I just need the electronic babysitter.  I try to avoid letting her watch TV for longer than 20 minutes or on two consecutive days.  Twenty minutes is a long time for a toddler, and I’ve noticed that kids who don’t watch TV daily don’t ask for it much.  When it’s not part of the daily routine, it remains a treat.  It’s not a big issue in our house either way.

Since we watch so little children’s TV I don’t know much about the shows most kids watch.  We tried Dora but I found it absurd for Sam’s age.  How can a two-year-old relate to a girl running around solving mysteries and a computer-icon arrow clicking around the screen as a pointer?  The attempt at interaction is just stupid.  TV is not interactive and having cartoon characters ask questions and pause for answers is just a way to rationalize letting kids veg out in front of the TV instead of spending real time with them.  (Don’t you just love Noggin’s claim that it is “like preschool on TV.” Ha!)  There are also some high-energy, musical-type shows, but just because toddlers are little balls of energy doesn’t mean they need to watch a frenetic show.  As I’ve written before, Sam and I like to watch Sesame Street, but our favorite show by far is Little Bear.  If I try to get Sam to watch anything else, she begs for Little Bear.  She loves it almost as much as she loves our cat, Jinx, and that’s saying a lot! 

Little Bear is such a great show that I think it is positively healthy for Sam to watch.  Little Bear is a sweet character, the stories are short and benevolent, and the orchestral music is beautiful.  As the website says, “the series celebrates the playful and sometimes enchanted aspects of the everyday activities and important moments in a pre-schooler’s life.”  Little Bear cooks with his Mother Bear, wrestles with his Father Bear, and makes up songs with his friends.  The characters treat each other with respect and speak slowly and clearly.  There is never a pedantic “message.”  There is no multiculturalism and no environmentalism.  It’s the only children’s show that has never offended me. 

This does not mean it is vapid, though.  Little Bear solves problems, uses his imagination, and deals with troubling situations.  In one episode, he breaks the record player on the day of his grandparents’ anniversary, so he and his friends form a band to make music for the party.  In another, one of his friends sits on a doll and they all decide the doll has “died” and throw a funeral for her.  In the episode we watched today, Little Bear enjoys the colorful fallen leaves of autumn and makes a scary mask out of them.  He playfully scares his parents and all his friends with it.  Most children’s stories would use this as an opportunity to ”teach” the lesson that it is not good to scare people – somebody would inevitably get hurt and the naughty child would see the error of his ways.  Little Bear’s friends all have a good laugh and join in the innocent fun.  In the end, though, they tire of the game, and Little Bear gives his mask away “to a friend;” he lets it blow away on the wind.

I’m not sure how long this show will appeal to Sam, but I’m hoping for years.  I’m going to have a hard time weaning myself off of it this week as we return to our normal routine.  Little Bear will be a part of Sam’s toddlerhood that I always remember fondly. 

Calling all atheists!  If you haven’t yet seen this hilarious series of videos, set aside an hour or so today and take an aspirin to prepare for the side-splitting and cheek-aching that will ensue. 

(If, like me, you have trouble navagating the Crackle video site, try www.mrdeity.com .  It’s a bit easier.  Some episodes are still available on YouTube, but at some point the creators must have sold exclusive rights to Crackle.)

Word Quiz

This quiz is fun!  You have to try to guess the 100 most common English words in 5 minutes.  I scored a pathetic 39.  I wish I hadn’t looked at the answers so that I could try again.  (Hat tip to Paul Hsieh at NoodleFood and Rational Jenn.)

 

Rush is my favorite band of all time.  I named my cat Geddy after the singer, Geddy Lee.  My cat died two years ago at the age of 17, so you have an idea of how long I’ve been a fan.  I met Alex Lifeson and Geddy Lee a long time ago at a music and tennis festival in California.  Of course, Neil Peart did not attend – he rarely gives interviews or does publicity appearances.  That is one reason these videos are so special.  (via: List of the Day)

Rush Failing to Play Rush on Guitar Hero: 

 

Rush Interview and Performance on The Colbert Report:

 

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