Frankly, Scarlet...
I've been having an awful week, and its only Monday. That's saying something.
As many already know, there was an incident at Daniel's house at around midnight on saturday, wherein I had a little accident that was, by all accounts, probably all my fault. While reversing into his driveway to turn around, I "grazed" a telephone pole, effectively removing my driver-side mirror, leaving it dangling by the power remote cables. In my defense, there are no street lights to illuminate that sort of thing. (This is to say nothing of the lights on my car...) Luckily Father was able to fix (read: mostly) the dent in the door, and reattach the mirror. Unfortunately, most of my Sunday was spent helping him do this, the rest was spent taking Mother out for Mother's day.
This did not leave much time to complete my reading assignment for English, and today's abysmal quiz grade reflected that.
There's something enormously wrong with news networks that show pictures of obese people, minding their own business walking down the street, while they talk about the obesity problem in America. What happens to these people's self esteem when they go home and see themselves on TV, after the media has made them an example of a growing problem in America?
In all honesty, maybe some of them deserve a wake-up call, but others may be in the process of losing weight, making some real progress, when all of a sudden there they are on television, casted as the epitome of the adipose American.
All I'm saying is there's no way for the Networks to know these people's obesity doesn't come from a thyroid problem.
Yeah, I know, there should be more incentive to become healthy, but geez, that's gotta be mortifying.
I've been wanting to read more, actually, but Huckleberry's antics get tiresome after a while.
There's something intangibly disgusting about books written with intentional and numerous egregious errors in spelling and syntax in order to give the impression of a dialect. And it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the narrator.
I just recently borrowed a book from Joyce, entitled "She Said Yes", about a girl who was killed because she did not renounce her religion. It seems infinitely more interesting than 'ol Huck. I just wish I had the time to read it. Then again, I wish I had time to do a lot of things.
A few days ago I finally saw The Last Samurai. It does seem at a glance unlikely that any movie about Samurai starring an American would be bad, or at least corny, but his caucasian-ness makes sense in context. Tom Cruise stars as a Civil War hero turned alcoholic, who is hired to train Japanese soldiers to quell an uprising of Samurai. As you may guess from the previews he comes to sympathize with the Samurai and fight alongside them.
The acting is good, with Tom Cruise at the best I've ever seen him. The cinematography, however, is where this movie really shines. Scenic panning shots and sweeping vistas of the breathtaking Japanese countryside never get tiring. There is, however, plenty of action in-between.
Hanz Zimmer's musical scores never cease to astound me.
I need to look into purchasing an album by the Ben Folds Five. I didn't realize how much I liked them until I head them at Daniel's.
I also need to start making some plans for this weekend to get the jump on the indecisiveness that has become characteristic of my behavior.
:sigh:
As many already know, there was an incident at Daniel's house at around midnight on saturday, wherein I had a little accident that was, by all accounts, probably all my fault. While reversing into his driveway to turn around, I "grazed" a telephone pole, effectively removing my driver-side mirror, leaving it dangling by the power remote cables. In my defense, there are no street lights to illuminate that sort of thing. (This is to say nothing of the lights on my car...) Luckily Father was able to fix (read: mostly) the dent in the door, and reattach the mirror. Unfortunately, most of my Sunday was spent helping him do this, the rest was spent taking Mother out for Mother's day.
This did not leave much time to complete my reading assignment for English, and today's abysmal quiz grade reflected that.
There's something enormously wrong with news networks that show pictures of obese people, minding their own business walking down the street, while they talk about the obesity problem in America. What happens to these people's self esteem when they go home and see themselves on TV, after the media has made them an example of a growing problem in America?
In all honesty, maybe some of them deserve a wake-up call, but others may be in the process of losing weight, making some real progress, when all of a sudden there they are on television, casted as the epitome of the adipose American.
All I'm saying is there's no way for the Networks to know these people's obesity doesn't come from a thyroid problem.
Yeah, I know, there should be more incentive to become healthy, but geez, that's gotta be mortifying.
I've been wanting to read more, actually, but Huckleberry's antics get tiresome after a while.
There's something intangibly disgusting about books written with intentional and numerous egregious errors in spelling and syntax in order to give the impression of a dialect. And it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the narrator.
I just recently borrowed a book from Joyce, entitled "She Said Yes", about a girl who was killed because she did not renounce her religion. It seems infinitely more interesting than 'ol Huck. I just wish I had the time to read it. Then again, I wish I had time to do a lot of things.
A few days ago I finally saw The Last Samurai. It does seem at a glance unlikely that any movie about Samurai starring an American would be bad, or at least corny, but his caucasian-ness makes sense in context. Tom Cruise stars as a Civil War hero turned alcoholic, who is hired to train Japanese soldiers to quell an uprising of Samurai. As you may guess from the previews he comes to sympathize with the Samurai and fight alongside them.
The acting is good, with Tom Cruise at the best I've ever seen him. The cinematography, however, is where this movie really shines. Scenic panning shots and sweeping vistas of the breathtaking Japanese countryside never get tiring. There is, however, plenty of action in-between.
Hanz Zimmer's musical scores never cease to astound me.
I need to look into purchasing an album by the Ben Folds Five. I didn't realize how much I liked them until I head them at Daniel's.
I also need to start making some plans for this weekend to get the jump on the indecisiveness that has become characteristic of my behavior.
:sigh: