上帝的母親

I'm just having fun with the Chinese titles, now.
Let's see. Catch up. Obviously, I'm back to my old format of blogging. The other method was just too weird, too beat-poetish. Just plain weird, huh?
Saw Wedding Crashers last weekend and I should have put up something about it earlier. It was pretty funny, but the part that had me laughing so hard I almost cried was a scene with Christopher Walken talking to Vince Vaughn in the middle of the night. Oh. My. God. Walken was underused through most of the film, but he was great in every scene. That scene, though, I can't say anything about it without taking some of the humor out of it, for those of you who I am sure will watch it eventually, you Walken-fanatics. Overall, it was a pretty good movie. It did go on for about 30 minutes too long, a point that I agree with most critics over. I'm fairly certain that I'll buy it on DVD, but I'll probably wait for a few months to find out if they'll put out an unrated version (like they did with Dodgeball, the bastards).
What else? Um, well, I rented three movies last night just to keep me occupied while I cleaned around the house. The first, Swingers, is one of those cult hits you always hear about, and it started the Vince-Vaughn-as-an-over-the-top-hyper-character trend that still runs eight years later. It was funny at times, but I found that, most of the time, I didn't really care. In the end, though, I found that, surprisingly, I felt sorry for the main character and actually cared about what happened to him. The next film, Rambo: First Blood Part 2, I expected to hate. See, I watched First Blood a few months back and found it to be a good film. Not the shoot-em-up sort of thing that's always associated with Rambo, but a film that looked at how America treated returning Vietnam vets and what the military did to these soldiers when they trained them. Of course, on the cover of Rambo II, there's Sly with his (I'm probably wrong on this, but I don't feel like researching it) M-60, blasting away. Here's where the films took a dive, I'd always heard. So, I popped it in, and over fifty deaths later, I found that I enjoyed it. I found that it also continued that trend of America mistreating its soldiers. Color me amazed. I think I might rent Rambo III tonight just to see if it tries to be smart and bloody, or just bloody. Finally, I watched All the President's Men, which was about the Washington Post's coverage of Watergate. It was an extremely good film, storywise and technically. It also makes me want to go back in time and do something cool so Robert Redford would play me in a movie. I mean, have you ever seen Bob Woodward? Not even close to Redford, but the man pulled it off. Hoffman looks a lot like Bernstein, so that was okay. Redford, though, wow, not even close in looks. The story was good, but the ending felt a bit abrupt. I kind of want to know what happened to Woodward and Bernstein afterwards, and see a bit more of the fallout of Watergate. Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to wait for Mark Felt's movie to come out.
Well, I've got to go, so no SotP today.

Neglectful? Me? Well, 地獄!

So, I've been told that I need to blog more. Bah. Honestly, I think that most of my blog entries are longer than most of the papers I've written for college credit.
     I guess I don't blog more because I don't have that much to say.
     Then again, maybe I should just do short entries with only a few sentences, right, dwainker?
     Heh. Yeah, right.
     If I had to do a blog entry today, I guess it would be about karma, things coming full circle.
     Now, the first thing that comes to mind is that good friends are finally coming back from a long, but well-deserved vacation. It will be very nice to have them back, as the summer has been lonely without them.
     Keeping with karma, the university is currently doing its freshmen advising conferences, where the new herd is led around and shown many of the buildings that they'll never see the inside of again.
     I actually read an article in one of the independant campus newspapers today that got all the facts right (for a change) and summed up my feelings about these incoming freshmen perfectly (again, for a change).
     Lots of these kids show up in really nice clothes for their tour. That'll be the first thing to go once they have a couple of 8 AM classes. Suckers.
     Of course, the parents are in tow, asking stupid questions and trying to figure out how on Earth they'll ever pay for all of this.
     Very soon, new realities set in, though.
     Ever want to walk up to a dad who is a couple of steps behind his newly minted and now very legal daughter, put your arm around him, point to the daughter and just say, "My God, man! Have you ever seen such a body in your life? I've got to invite her to my kegger this weekend."
     Right then, a heart attack occurs. Heh.
     Ah, the mean tricks that come into my head somedays.
     Course, I don't do that, because I figure that karma will bite me in the ass and I'll end up having a daughter someday.
     Heh. See, I started out talking about karma, told a funny story, ended with a moral lesson about karma, and brought it all full circle. I didn't even plan that out ahead of time. Damn, I am a good bullshitter.
     Every now and then, though, my bullshitting superpowers fail. Today, in class, we were discussing this book that I've still got about 2/3 left to read.
     Lo and behold, I'm made group leader and I have to lead a little discussion between two other classmates about a subject that I've only covered a little chunk of.
     But since I'm group leader, I'm supposed to figure all this stuff out. I do fine for most of the time.
     Until, that is, one of the group members wants to talk about this obvious symbol.
     Considering what it means for a moment, I then go off on what I think it means. There are ties back to the beginning of the book, an idea that the symbol actually gives real depth to this character and expresses her inner wants, and how an analogy made about it figures into it a lot more deeply than it seems to on the surface.
     Heh. It was so good I almost bought it myself.
     Except one of the group members didn't and kind of called me on it. He said that it was something else really simple and his idea made a lot more sense. Of course, he didn't really back it up or anything; it was just him saying what he thought it was.
     Let me just say that my confidence in my abilities was shaken just a tad bit.
     Eventually, the professor had a big discussion and I held up my end of it all, and she was just getting to that symbol at the end. I was quit happy that we stopped without me having to say anything about it.
     Don't think I'm out of the game or anything. I'll be fine tomorrow, I'm sure. I just have a hell of a lot of reading ahead of me.
     And so, I guess, I should do the SotP from last time.
     My recollection is that the song was The Spinners' "Working my Way Back to You, Babe." Good song, nice rhythm.
     Nope, even with the short paragraphs, this thing is still long. Oh, well.
     Song of the Post: "Tell me more, tell me more, / Who's the king of your satellite castle?"
     Heh. That one's easy.
     It even has that song's name in there.
     That's all the hints I'll give, though.