Kids, I'm a Dirty Something, My Bird
Children
of Men
Me &
The Girl recently went to see this film. I… Have… No…
Idea what the title is trying to convey. For some
reason, I seem to be very slow at getting these types
of things. Like, real slow at getting these types of
things.
I liked the movie. It’s dark, and it’s depressing in
a sense. But it’s ultra-realistic, and even though
the idea of the movie isn’t necessarily set against
the backdrop of war, there’s plenty of violence.
Hell, even if you are against the premise of the
movie, I think everyone should see it so that they
can get a feel for how raw and undignified war and
violence really are. Bullets care not who you are,
they are completely indifferent at every step, in
every direction. Basically, imagine someone you know
and put their face on these bodies, then see how you
feel about a War in Iraq. That does not benefit or
safeguard you.
I have ideas about what really transpired. It’s too
long and detailed to put here, plus I don’t want to
have to put *spoiler alert* and ruin peoples
experience. Go see it for yourself, then we can talk
about the meaning of the movie. Maybe you can
enlighten me. meh.
I’m
Filthy
So it’s
been what, a month with the Dyson? And I’ve cleaned
and I’ve cleaned and I’ve cleaned, and every time I
do, I pick up so much filth off the floor it amazes
me. Not long ago, I I decided that after I had gone a
pass over the carpet and picked up the “typical”
amount, I would lather rinse and REPEAT the process,
and see how much of what was in the “Typical”
container-full was old, as in still there from our
Kirby Days.
And I got almost nothin’. Meaning that this filth I
have been pulling up weekly is now what we’re
actually putting in the floor ourselves. Gross. I
have no idea where this stuff comes from. My guess is
the windows. And So Cal. This place is gross and I
can’t wait to leave.
Spring can’t come soon enough.
Size
DOES Matter
So if you
pay attention, you’ll notice that the last couple of
blogs have had a smaller type print. Why? Because, as
I was reading through some of my old blogs, I noticed
that the content was being unfairly condensed. Huh?
Well, I was keeping some important sentences out,
because the posts were looking long. But in reading
them, I realized they really weren’t. And I figured
that it had a lot to do with the size of the text I
had chosen: 14pt. So now we’re moving right along
with 12pt.
Oh, and I have a 9” rooster.
C’mon, you knew I couldn’t let that one go without
some sly comment, right? Right?
Oh well. Peace.