The 25 days of christmas movies…
It might be much, and we might be in holiday overload by the end, but we are going to try to watch one holiday movie a day.
So far we have seen: (In no particular order)
Elf
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
Irving Berlin’s White Christmas
Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas
The Family Stone
So… twenty days to go. Any good holiday movies out there? We need recommendations people!
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Procrastination….
I am waiting till the last possible moment to hit publish on this post, cause really, that’s my style.
The end of NaBloPoMo is here… so many thanks to all my new eFriends (or is it iFriends), family and random bloggers and readers that came through to say hi.
Good night friends!
An Inconvenient Truth – A Cartoon
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Small clip from the movie. We watched it tonight and think everyone should watch it.
( I need to sell my suv ) *sigh*
What to do when you don’t want to think…
watch a silly ass teeny bopper movie like John Tucker Must Die.
Ze is awesome
Do you know Ze? He is the founder of The League of Awesomeness.
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Quarter Million Bouncy Balls
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This is the coolest commercial I’ve seen in a while. I read that they launched 250,000 bouncy balls down a street in San Francisco. And the music by Jose Gonzalez is phenomenal.
Higher Res version can be found on the Sony Advert site.
As I was reading Will Wheaton’s post about his evolution as a geek, I started thinking back to my teen years and certain things that would definitely qualify me as having an inner geek.
Everyday in 8th grade, my friends and I would sit at our lunch table, dice in hand, playing a Marvel Comics role playing game that was a cheap knockoff of D&D. This is ALL we talked about. I remember that I was Hercules, and my friends were Silver Surfer, Thor, and The Hulk. I picked Hercules because I was enthralled with Greek mythology.
In 9th grade, I made it on my school’s JV basketball team. I won the student-athlete award that year.
During my sophomore year, I could barely look a girl in the eye. I also started playing another weird spin off of D&D. This time it was at my church with our youth minister. We would gather at his house and roll odd shaped dice while exclaiming “My sword of righteousness beats your helmet of truth” or something like that. We would fight in the forest of apathy and in the mountains of insecurity. Weird.
I also made it to my team’s varsity basketball team. Aside from my basketball skills, I think the coach wanted me on the team to help tutor some of the other players. I again won the student-athlete award.
My social awkwardness melted away during my junior and senior years, and I gave my little inner geek friend a respite. I know my little friend is still there though, rejoicing over obscure facts, new technology, and the knowledge that one more computer in the house can never be enough.
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Tonight:
The incredibly hot wife is out on a girls night out with her equally good looking friend. I believe they will be breaking lots of hearts tonight.
Tomorrow:
Is the Richmond Marathon. My brother, Dave, has run it. He was encouraging me to run it this year, but I wouldn’t commit to it. I wanted to run the 8K.
Oh , and by the way:
I am:
going to be sitting at home. Seeing as I have 6 more months before I can even jog, I can’t help but to feel a little envious at everyone that I see running.
I am also:
turning to mush.
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Barack, Bobby and me
So there we were, last night in my dream, trying to get the kids out the door and into the truck. That’s when the phone rang and when I answered, It was Barack Obama on the line. The wife was not pleased with me answering the phone, because any little distraction means that I will be that much slower getting out the door. So Sen. Obama starts chatting with me (those details are a bit fuzzy) but we talk like we are lifelong friends. I keep telling the wife to lower the radio, but when I turn around, there sits Bobby Brown signing “Tender Roni.” And not cracked out Bobby, but smooth, suave Bobby. I ask him to sign a bit quieter, and as he heads to another room, I go back to chatting with the Senator.
What a weird combination. Any dream interpreters out there?