Who doesn't love a good monster movie? I'm not saying hacker-slasher flicks. I'm talking classics like Godzilla (1954), Mothra vs. Godzilla (1964), and War of the Gargantuas (1966). Happy anniversary Mothra and Godzirra!
Beyond the biggies, one of my favorites spookies is Fright Night (1985)! This was one movie series where Roddy McDowall (a.k.a. Peter Vincent) really got his point across...no monkey business here.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
I'm really stoked to read finally that J.R.R. Tolkien's, The Hobbitt, is planned for a live action movie; and it's now official: Filmmaker, Guillermo del Toro is directing the movie and its sequel. (I understand the second movie will explore the 60-years span between the Hobbit time period to the beginning of The Lord of the Rings.) Of course, I'm already saving up my pennies for popcorn to go see Del Toro's Hellboy II, coming out this year July 11.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Grocery store lines
I have a love/hate relationship with grocery store lines. For years I could hardly contain my anxiety at having to actually wait to purchase things. The nerve. I then came upon a revelation: I have a gift, a special gift that is a sixth sense of knowing which grocery store line will have any--or a combination--of the following:
So I've learned to embrace my gift, strike up conversations, hum to the overhead canned music--which of course is interrupted several times with a clean-up announcement for isle 12. The one thing that keeps me from going off is the simple fact that if I was to try and do all the baking, planting, harvesting, milking, producing and packaging of everything I plan to purchase--it would take me weeks to months to get it all done. So a few more minutes in line doesn't seem like a big deal. Probably the best attitude I found was in very casually dressed man who I offered to go in front of me because he only had a few items. "That's ok son, I'm retired: I have all day." Nice.
I have a love/hate relationship with grocery store lines. For years I could hardly contain my anxiety at having to actually wait to purchase things. The nerve. I then came upon a revelation: I have a gift, a special gift that is a sixth sense of knowing which grocery store line will have any--or a combination--of the following:
- Some customer who's check is not honored.
- Some customer who cannot find their credit card, discount card, or any other card they need to complete their purchase.
- Some customer who operates on another time dimension. (Open to interpretation.)
- Some customer who swears some item was at a lower price, so some clerk has to go find the "marked down item," while everyone else in line waits.
- Some customer who needs an item switched out, checked, or exchanged.
So I've learned to embrace my gift, strike up conversations, hum to the overhead canned music--which of course is interrupted several times with a clean-up announcement for isle 12. The one thing that keeps me from going off is the simple fact that if I was to try and do all the baking, planting, harvesting, milking, producing and packaging of everything I plan to purchase--it would take me weeks to months to get it all done. So a few more minutes in line doesn't seem like a big deal. Probably the best attitude I found was in very casually dressed man who I offered to go in front of me because he only had a few items. "That's ok son, I'm retired: I have all day." Nice.
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