Beneath the Glittering Sky
Well, yesterday your devoted narrator went to see the new movie Battleship, and just let me tell you one thing: It's a resounding stinker! Don't waste your hard-earned lucre on this heinous frittering away of more than $200,000,000. The writers and the director throw every fawkin' military cliché ever conceived at the audience, and the plot line is so simple-minded that it does nothing but insult the viewer's intelligence. The so-called "humor" falls flatter than a pancake; I could do nothing but groan when the movie's (predictably and stereotypically geeky) PhD ducks in fear upon encountering a guy with pair of metallic prosthetic legs, horrified that he may be encountering a "cyborg." Jeez! And the aliens are just laughable, looking pretty much like slightly malformed homo sapiens. I wasted $9.50 and almost two hours of life watching this dog, and I don't want you to make the same mistake.
(Methinks this cinematic travesty is what you get when you decide to base a movie on nothing more than a silly damn board game.}
In other news, the die is cast: I'm off to Portland on or about July 3rd. I'm going to take the Sounder down, as I've never ridden on a train before and this move will afford me the perfect chance. At $32, the tickets are enticing. Once in Portland, I'll set myself up in a hostel for a few days while looking for a more permanent abode. I'm really excited about this change of scenery, as 1) it provides me with an ideal chance to rewrite my life in the grandest Jack London sense, and 2) Portland is a much more politically radical city than Seattle, as well as a supremely quirky and eccentric one. So, in just one month, I'll shake the Californicated dust of Seattle off my heels, and blow into Oregon with a song on my lips and a flutter in my chest.
Mahalo, my little superstars!