A bad movie should be so on purpose, otherwise it's just really sad
Monday, May. 22, 2006 at 1:11 p.m.
So the Hubster spent some time this weekend watching 10.5 Apocalypse, and I think he nearly went apoplectic from the scientific nonsense spewing forth from the story. Hubster�s a metallurgical engineer with a couple of degrees in Material Science, so he knows lots of stuff about this stuff. It�s entertaining to hear him scream, �The water�s circling the wrong way!� at the TV. Once I was working on the computer and he came in to tell me that a scene showed Monument Valley and water seeping up through the ground. Then he screamed a little bit more and went back to the den.
God, how I love that man.
Of course, he was watching this, and he gives me merry hell about watching Family Guy, which at least doesn�t even try to write itself off as anything it�s not. Well, with the exception of being regularly funny. But even Monty Python had its rough moments, no?
Beyond that, we did little this weekend. We post-bowled for our new summer league because the one we meant to join was cancelled, and the other league for the same night had already started. We finally got R of the L&R couple to relent and bowl with us. His idea of playing games is playing X-Box, not cards or stuff like the rest of us do. And he doesn�t get that bowling isn�t a sport. It�s a game. Usually involving drinking. Which is the excuse for how well you�re not bowling.
Otherwise, it seemed like we napped a lot. We love napping, don�t get me wrong, but it also seems we do our regular allotment of sleeping in addition to the naps. We have an advantage because we don�t have kids going �Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy� all durned day long, but do we need as much sleep as the cats?
Still, movies like 10.5 Apocalypse, as dopey and unscientific as they are, make me think about what we, as parasitic humans are doing to this planet and how Nature just really has the upper hand, should she choose to really do something about us puny creatures. Why do we think we have push-button control over it all? And just what are we doing to our continuously smaller swathes of land? I think I�ll add a picture of a lovely open range:
Ta!