The observations and opinions of a person who has no discernible insights or ideas.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Sometimes you don't need a mullet 

After a couple of days of nudging, this evening I went to Wal-Mart with my wife. I’m not entirely sure what she wanted to go for, or what other motives she could have had in the trip, but hey, no skin off my back.

I’ve observed before how the culture at that store can be somewhat lacking. I’ve felt out of place for wearing a (t)shirt that had sleeves, but today I was wearing a jacket, and so was everyone else. It wasn’t until we were in the checkout line that I started getting that Ozark feeling. Next to our line was their entire Yu-gi-oh collection (which reminded me of how out of touch I’ve been with those kinds of games, even when I used to hang out with Magic players), and at one point a pair of brothers came to check them out. I noticed that the first one had bare feet, and brown dirt stains around his ankles. The second one didn’t have bare feet. Instead he had dirty, ill-fitting socks. I swore then and there that I would not take my children to major department stores during the winter without some semi-rigid soled footware.

Friday, February 11, 2005

I'm Sir Lovesalot 

I don’t watch as much TV these days as I used to (you know, before I got married). When I do watch, the TV tends to get a somewhat higher IRQ than it used to. Translation: I’m actually watching it sometimes, instead of just having it on providing background stimulus until something interesting happens.

My point is that all parts of the broadcasts have been getting more of my attention, and that includes the promotional segments that entertain us during the time we spend recovering from the last climax during the show we tuned in to. Lately, I’ve been learning that I don’t love my wife. Or at least I haven’t given her any reason to love me.

The reason for this is that I’ve not been buying her quality, inexpensive jewelry. Clearly I deserve to be snubbed at parties by her and anyone who talks with her. I certainly should not show my pathetic face in public, as long as her face is not overshadowed by sparkly rocks.

Curiously, the television has not been telling me to buy flowers. My wife is the only one doing that. I don’t think I can trust her to tell me what she wants. She’s just one person, but the TV shows me messages prepared by whole agencies, and then carefully selected and approved by marketers and network executives. Surely they know what’s best for me.

The only thing to cast any doubt is that sometimes the radio tells me to buy teddy bears. Joke’s on them! My wife isn’t a toddler anymore. (Ha ha. Teddy bears. Tee hee.)

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Happy Birthday! 

I just noticed that today marks the first anniversary of this web log. What a year it's been too. I managed to find a new hobby, a new wife, and a new job (not in that order though). I've been to 16 states (9 for the first time). What a year.

Yeah, I don't care about this milestone either.

Movie Review: L.A. Story 

For Christmas, I kind of went crazy buying videos. I went through the discount bins looking for DVDs that would be okay to watch, pulling some classics as well as some mildly entertaining films. I even grabbed some that I had never seen before, in the hopes that they would be as good as I had heard they would be. One such film was Steve Martin’s brainchild L.A. Story.

I had heard that this was a good movie that hadn’t been well received at the box office. Since I'm a Steve Martin fan and (to my surprise) the movie was not rated R, this was an easy choice during my spree. However, with busy schedules and a lot of movies to choose from, it remained shelved for quite a while before we got around to watching it (although it beat out Spider-Man, The Fugitive, and Mission: Impossible).

(Why do I tell that story? Probably because I like to read my own writing. On to the review!)

Steve Martin (who also wrote the movie) plays an L.A. weatherman who doesn’t seem to care much about the weather. His forecasts are silly improvisations that don’t seem to have anything to do with what the weather might actually do. He is also dating a woman who drives him nuts. Why is he with her? So that he can break up with her, and we’re happy for him when he finally does.

Into his life falls an eclectic British journalist (played by his then wife, Victoria Tennant) and a flighty young clothing store employee (played by a vivacious Sarah Jessica Parker). He struggles through a midlife crisis and relationships with the three women, all against the backdrop of the L.A. culture, which is parodied in little bits of comedy that are inserted at fairly random points of the movie.

Oh, and let’s not forget the oracular road sign. It’s a highway sign used to indicate road conditions (we just had a bunch of similar signs installed all over Utah not too long ago) that starts giving Steve Martin’s character advice and making vague prophesies about his future.

I walked away from this film with some mixed feelings. I thought that bits of it were hilarious, and that the whole thing was very impressive. While much of the film is a serious drama about a man’s mid-life crisis, it never loses its touch of zany, light-hearted whimsy. It’s like reading one of his books, but with a serious, almost mystical story intertwined, all set to Enya music.

My biggest complaint with the movie is that it is rather racy at points. The exuberant SanDeE* is like a radiant flower, practically begging everything that comes along to stop by and pollinate her. Even with her libidinous flirtation, most of the rest of the content is fairly innocent. Whenever people have sex, they talk about it, but the event itself is skipped over entirely. We only ever see the first kiss (we do hear the sounds a couple of times, but it’s muffled coming from the next room). Even the language is innocent enough. Most of the time there’s no swearing, but when someone does drop the bomb, it’s more a terrible faux pas than anything deliberately offensive.

In summary, while I wouldn’t show it to any kids, this was the best movie about weathermen who talk to road signs that I’ve ever seen.

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