I was watching CNN the other day. You know, trying to fit in a little news of the non-sports variety. After Tiger, Vick and Farve I was a little overloaded.
While reporting a story, the anchor says, “Let’s see what the folks on Twitter are saying about this story.”
Really? Are you freaking kidding me? How, by any stretch of the imagination, is this news? If CNN is just going to spout off crap they find written by some anonymous yahoo on Twitter, then why the heck am I watching CNN. I can just read Twitter commercial free.
August 25th, 2009 in
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My wife made some excellent homemade mac and cheese last night. However, since it wasn’t the bright neon yellow stuff that comes out of a box, my kids were less than thrilled with it.
As one daughter put it, “I mean, who puts onions in macaroni and cheese?”
“I do,” my wife said.
“Oh, you made this?” My daughter’s mental wheels started to turn, but she was caught with no where to go, no turning back.
“What,” I asked. ”Did you think it just fell out of the sky?”
“I thought maybe she bought it from someone.”
I guess I will be enjoying the leftovers all by myself.
No, his films aren’t among the pantheon of Hollywood classics. You won’t find them on top lists from IMDb or AFI. However, if you grew up in the 80s then his films probably probably mean as much to you as some of the films from those lists.
When I heard the news that John Hughes died earlier today of a heart attack while walking through Manhattan, I was sad. I was surprised at how sad I was. His movies hold a special place in my heart and childhood. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off – The Breakfast Club – Planes, Trains and Automobiles – Uncle Buck – Sixteen Candles – Pretty in Pink – Some Kind of Wonderful – She’s Having a Baby. I enjoy them all. They were huge while growing up and I still quote them to this day.
So long, John Hughes. And speaking of quotes:
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Ferris: I’m not European. I don’t plan on being European. So who gives a crap if they’re socialists? They could be fascist anarchists, it still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t own a car.
Ferris: I asked for a car, I got a computer. How’s that for being born under a bad sign?
Ferris: Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism’s in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, “I don’t believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.” Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I’d still have to bum rides off people.
Sixteen Candles
Samantha: Donger’s here for five hours, and he’s got somebody. I live here my whole life, and I’m like a disease.
Samantha: I can’t believe my grandmother actually felt me up.
The Geek: Can I borrow your underpants for 10 minutes?
Pretty In Pink
Duckie: His name is Blane? Oh! That’s a major appliance, that’s not a name!
Andie: Well, not nothing. I mean, I kissed him…
Iona: Anywhere interesting?
The Breakfast Club
Andrew: We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.
John Bender: So it’s sorta social, demented and sad, but social.
John Bender: I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.
Planes, Trains, And Automobiles
Del: We’d have more luck playing pickup sticks with our butt-cheeks than we will getting a flight out of here before daybreak.
Neal: He says we’re going the wrong way.
Del: Oh, he’s drunk. How would he know where we’re going?
Owen: Her first baby came out sideways, she didn’t scream or nothin’.
Del: I’ve never seen a guy get picked up by his testicles before. Lucky thing for you that cop passed by when he did. Otherwise, you’d be lifting up your schnutz to tie you shoes.
Uncle Buck
Miles: Where’s your wife?
Buck: Don’t have one.
Miles: How come?
Buck: It’s a long story.
Miles: You have kids?
Buck: No I don’t.
Miles: How come?
Buck: It’s an even longer story.
Buck: Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.
Lining up with friends, each taking a urinal and beginning to pee. Next you all back up to see who can get furthest away from the urinal while still hitting the target. Then, as the stream dies down, hustling back to the urinal being careful not to flop around too much because if you lose your aim you could pee on your friend (which was funny, too).
Coming home from school, making a chocolate milk and then settling down to watch Voltron and He-Man. I would quickly flick the spoon back and forth just under the surface creating bubbles. Then I would just eat the bubbles and prolong my chocolate milk experience.
Saturday morning cartoons. You can get cartoons anytime now which cheapens the whole Saturday morning cartoon experience. When you can roll out of the rack and see cartoons any time of the day, then there is no fun in getting up early on a Saturday to catch Scooby’s All Star Laff-A-Lympics over a bowl of plain Cheerios. Yeah, we couldn’t have sugar cereal unless, you know, we were on vacation at Grandpa’s house and he was the one buying the cereal. It was at Grandpa’s house in Tennessee that my love affair with Froot Loops began.
Staying up-to-date with all the new movies by actually seeing them in the theater and not on DVD a year after everyone else is done talking about them.
Our Atari 2600. Pitfall, Adventure, Combat, Breakout, Missle Command, Defender… and I could never ever beat Raiders of the Lost Ark.
July 30th, 2009 in
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While on vacation this week, we went to a little aquatic center that had a pretty cool pool and play area for the kids. Since I didn’t feel like hearing, “Free Willy,” I decided to sit on the side and read while family and friends enjoyed the water. However, being male and breathing, I couldn’t help but notice a particular young woman who looked very hot in her bikini. Yet it wasn’t her blonde hair, pretty face, or tan body that made her truly beautiful.
This young woman didn’t spend her day at the aquatic center flirting with life guards, laying out or laughing with friends. Instead she spent the day helping a young, handicapped girl who I assumed was her sister. The young girl was obviously nervous with certain aspects of the different pools, but the beautiful young woman showed infinite love and patience has she helped her with hugs and smiles. It was obvious the young sister had a great time.
Everything the beauty did that day was for her sister and that far and away made her more beautiful than all of her obvious physical assets combined.