AREN’T I ALREADY HAUNTED ENOUGH BY MY OWN DEMONS?
What do I do? Turn it off? That would require that I acknowledge that it happened.
Plus maybe Ghosthomeboy is watching it now.
Update — now there is a thunderstorm brewing as night begins to fall. I am half-convinced that I am still asleep with my nap and dreaming this.
I told the nice young woman who cut my hair that I went to school in Fredericksburg. She said she thought I might have gone to high school with her dad.
For some reason, that made me feel SO old.
Update — people on Facebook have now informed me that the phrase “nice young woman” is employed only by old people.
I think that we can all agree that “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull” (2008) is the least of the film series. (Some people really despise it.) And I suppose it’s telling that I’ve only seen it twice.
It isn’t a terrible movie, it just couldn’t match the magic of the original trilogy. (I was surprised a moment ago when Wikipedia informed me that it was indeed still directed by Steven Spielberg.) The Russian villains were a little too cartoonish, the chemistry among the leads was a little off, and the whole thing maybe felt a little … rushed. For some reason, it makes me think of a pretty good made-for-television movie instead of a feature film — sort of an “Indiana Jones Reunion Special.”
Hey, I didn’t hate it. The artifact they’re chasing is unique and cool, the denouement is inventive, and Shia LaBeouf’s “Mutt” actually didn’t bother me much. This movie was fun.
Off Brandon Avenue SW. I thought it was neat.
I’ll be honest with you … the jury is still out with me about whether this is actually a beaver dam in the Roanoke River. Is it possible that this is just a collection of detritus?
One or two of my Southern friends have assured me that it indeed looks like a dam. But I’m not sure if they’re messing with me or not.
I know I saw movement down there that one night in May when I passed over it on the bridge. But it was dark.
And I realized earlier tonight that I could have been seeing another group of animals entirely. After I took the pictures you see below, I passed over that bridge yet again, and I got excited when I saw a critter down there. I grabbed my phone and started shooting video … until I recognized the distinctive striped tail of a raccoon. Little masked bandit had me fooled. He even saw me looming after him, and shot me what looked like an embarrassed look before scampering off.
A bad adaptation is a badaptation.
I received some really nice news this morning — my poem “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” has been selected for the upcoming Gathering Poetry Anthology. The anthology is being developed by Local Gems Press (which I was surprised to realize today is actually based on my native Long Island, New York.) Gathering is also being created by Poets Anonymous, which has provided a venue for poets since 1991.
This is a wonderful opportunity to share my voice; I am grateful to James P. Wagner, Publisher of Local Gems Press, along with Lesley Tyson and Megan McDonald at Poets Anonymous.
I remember seeing “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” in the theater with my 11th grade girlfriend. When it was released, we thought this third entry in the film series would be the last. (Blockbusters tended to run in trilogies back then.) And what a great ostensible send-off it was! Indy was back, in fine form, doing what he did best — punching Nazis. Casting Sean Connery as his father was a stroke of genius, and the chemistry between him and Harrison Ford was priceless.
A couple of astute film fans on Facebook pointed out that 1989 was a great year for movies. This was the summer when Tim Burton’s “Batman” came out, along with “The Abyss,” “Lethal Weapon 2,” “Pet Sematary” and “Dead Poets Society.” Seriously, look at this list. It’s insane.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 