The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco
You will be missed, Numero Cinco. You were a true hero, and a good friend.
The hurricane struck land far enough west of here that it didn't affect Tallahasse much worse than a tropical storm or an FSU football loss. It rained intermitently, but never was there a reason for alarm. About the worst thing to happen was, we lost power for a fifth of a second. Dennis was merely an annoyance in Tallahassee.
All in all, it was a stupid weekend. We threw a party at our apartment on Saturday to welcome Dennis to town. There was a lot of Yuengling(sp?) and plenty of people I didn't know. Even Forrest came out of his laboratory to join us, forgoing personal time with his ship-in-a-bottle collection where he had been
moments away from raising the mast on yet another new addition.
Apparently I was fortunate to avoid the Fantastic Four opening. Am I the only guy who thought it looked like The Hulk part 2? I am, however, still hoping to catch "Dark Water," which looks exactly like The Ring, but in this movie, the evil monster is actually a sinister puddle of demon manufacture. I can imagine the story of its origin when finally revealed: "...and then, Satan left the tap running and exited the apartment." Isn't that what Joe Pesci and that other guy did in Home Alone? The Wet Bandits?
I finally figured out what changes I would've made, had I been consulted when they wrote the movie Batman Begins. In the books, Carmine "The Roman" Falcone, who is present in the film, was shot five times in the chest. His father, the Godfather of that generation, brought him to Bruce Wayne's home in the middle of the night, begging Doctor Thomas Wayne (Bruce's dad) to save his son's life. Thomas didn't even hesitate. He knew exactly who the Falcone's were and what they did to Gotham. But Carmine was dying, and he was a skilled and brilliant doctor. That's what doctor's do.
So, here's what I would've added. Show this scene in the movie exactly the way it happened in the books: Thomas Wayne trying his best to save Falcone's life, and Bruce, then 12 years old, watching from upstairs. This is the lesson: you don't ever let anyone die if there's something you can do about it. Thus, the movie would've played out a little differently, but the change would've been vital to the character of Batman.
Sigh. Apparently, I'm still bitter about the film. I'll stop ranting eventually, I hope.
This presentation is taking up a lot of my time now. I've been working on it a lot today, outside of class. Actually, even a little during class. There's so much for me to cover, and my topic keeps getting broader and broader. First I was talking about terrorists in Israel and how Israel's wall is both a good idea and a bad one; now I've incorporated global terrorism into the scope of my discussion. And then last week's bombings in London had to be discussed. And again today, there's another editorial on the wall in Israel. I've got to keep changing my presentation because the topic keeps getting bigger and bigger. I'll be working on the powerpoint slides all day today. At some point I've got to get over to the video store and have them replace the DVD of Harry Potter 3 I rented for one that isn't scratched to shit. But I guess that's got to wait--I'll probably be giving my presentation on Thursday or Friday.
Meanwhile, I've still got to get my bowling score up. This is crucial. If I'm forced to spend valuable movie-watching time studying for bowling class, it'll be because I couldn't get a score high enough. If I get that 152 (forty points higher than my first day's score), it means I'm granted immunity from the final. There's a fucking final in bowling. This whole thing is absurd. I'm seriously considering writing a screenplay about a kid trying to fight his way into grad school and discovering that the biggest barricade to his education was six or seven consecutive open frames.
The hurricane struck land far enough west of here that it didn't affect Tallahasse much worse than a tropical storm or an FSU football loss. It rained intermitently, but never was there a reason for alarm. About the worst thing to happen was, we lost power for a fifth of a second. Dennis was merely an annoyance in Tallahassee.
All in all, it was a stupid weekend. We threw a party at our apartment on Saturday to welcome Dennis to town. There was a lot of Yuengling(sp?) and plenty of people I didn't know. Even Forrest came out of his laboratory to join us, forgoing personal time with his ship-in-a-bottle collection where he had been
moments away from raising the mast on yet another new addition.
Apparently I was fortunate to avoid the Fantastic Four opening. Am I the only guy who thought it looked like The Hulk part 2? I am, however, still hoping to catch "Dark Water," which looks exactly like The Ring, but in this movie, the evil monster is actually a sinister puddle of demon manufacture. I can imagine the story of its origin when finally revealed: "...and then, Satan left the tap running and exited the apartment." Isn't that what Joe Pesci and that other guy did in Home Alone? The Wet Bandits?
I finally figured out what changes I would've made, had I been consulted when they wrote the movie Batman Begins. In the books, Carmine "The Roman" Falcone, who is present in the film, was shot five times in the chest. His father, the Godfather of that generation, brought him to Bruce Wayne's home in the middle of the night, begging Doctor Thomas Wayne (Bruce's dad) to save his son's life. Thomas didn't even hesitate. He knew exactly who the Falcone's were and what they did to Gotham. But Carmine was dying, and he was a skilled and brilliant doctor. That's what doctor's do.
So, here's what I would've added. Show this scene in the movie exactly the way it happened in the books: Thomas Wayne trying his best to save Falcone's life, and Bruce, then 12 years old, watching from upstairs. This is the lesson: you don't ever let anyone die if there's something you can do about it. Thus, the movie would've played out a little differently, but the change would've been vital to the character of Batman.
Sigh. Apparently, I'm still bitter about the film. I'll stop ranting eventually, I hope.
This presentation is taking up a lot of my time now. I've been working on it a lot today, outside of class. Actually, even a little during class. There's so much for me to cover, and my topic keeps getting broader and broader. First I was talking about terrorists in Israel and how Israel's wall is both a good idea and a bad one; now I've incorporated global terrorism into the scope of my discussion. And then last week's bombings in London had to be discussed. And again today, there's another editorial on the wall in Israel. I've got to keep changing my presentation because the topic keeps getting bigger and bigger. I'll be working on the powerpoint slides all day today. At some point I've got to get over to the video store and have them replace the DVD of Harry Potter 3 I rented for one that isn't scratched to shit. But I guess that's got to wait--I'll probably be giving my presentation on Thursday or Friday.
Meanwhile, I've still got to get my bowling score up. This is crucial. If I'm forced to spend valuable movie-watching time studying for bowling class, it'll be because I couldn't get a score high enough. If I get that 152 (forty points higher than my first day's score), it means I'm granted immunity from the final. There's a fucking final in bowling. This whole thing is absurd. I'm seriously considering writing a screenplay about a kid trying to fight his way into grad school and discovering that the biggest barricade to his education was six or seven consecutive open frames.