we're not a bank, jerry.
I love old family photos. And I came across this one just yesterday:
It's my parents, December 1969. My friend Kim Hilliard posted it to her Facebook page. Kim and her family have been friends with my family since long before the both of us were born (our fathers worked together at Raytheon). According to Kim, my parents were babysitting Kim's older brothers, Gregg and Scott, when this picture was taken. Kim's parents were at the hospital waiting for Kim to be born. If that's the correct story, then I was nine months old when this was taken. I'm assuming the bottle on the table is mine. And I'm assuming the cigarette butts in the ashtray belong to my parents. For the record, I think it's the first and only time I recall seeing my father wearing one of those Irish longshoreman sweaters, or whatever they're called. And my mom, besides having a psychotic look on her face, apparently has a plant growing out of her head. Liza thinks my dad looks like Scott Glenn in this picture.
And while we're being all nostalgic and everything...
This is Kim and I several years later. June 1974, to be exact. This was taken the night before my family and I left the U.S. to live in France for five years. I happen to think that this is one of the most adorable pictures I've ever been a part of. Not that there's a lot of those.
I called in sick today. Last night I got some small twinge in my lower back that developed into a full-fledged back pain by the time I went to bed. Starting this morning, I began to experience several different levels of agony, which really only occur when I do two things: stand up and sit down. Not exactly a condition that's conducive to office work. I may call in sick again tomorrow, I haven't decided.
I managed to make my day a little more manageable with a self-imposed Coen Brothers marathon. I already watched Fargo and The Hudsucker Proxy, and I may get to at least one more tonight. And then there's tomorrow, perhaps. I have six more of the their movies in my collection (Blood Simple, Barton Fink, Miller's Crossing, The Man Who Wasn't There, The Big Lebowski and No Country For Old Men), so I have my work cut out for me.
As far as the rest of the Coens' work is concerned, there are five more that I need to add to my DVDs, if I choose to do so. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad complete collection to have. I still need to get Raising Arizona, O Brother Where Art Thou, Intolerable Cruelty, The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading. I don't really enjoy Raising Arizona as much as most people do. It's certainly not a bad movie, but I really don't think it measures up to their best work. Same goes for O Brother, but I've only seen that one once, and I guess I should give it another shot. Intolerable Cruelty was lightweight and certainly no masterpiece, but it's fun. The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading are the only Coen films I haven't seen. The former didn't go over too well with the critics, but I don't mind getting a cheap copy for the sake of completism, and the latter seems like a goofy good time in the spirit of The Big Lebowski. I really love the Coen Brothers.
Is "completism" a word? Spellcheck doesn't seem to think so.
It's my parents, December 1969. My friend Kim Hilliard posted it to her Facebook page. Kim and her family have been friends with my family since long before the both of us were born (our fathers worked together at Raytheon). According to Kim, my parents were babysitting Kim's older brothers, Gregg and Scott, when this picture was taken. Kim's parents were at the hospital waiting for Kim to be born. If that's the correct story, then I was nine months old when this was taken. I'm assuming the bottle on the table is mine. And I'm assuming the cigarette butts in the ashtray belong to my parents. For the record, I think it's the first and only time I recall seeing my father wearing one of those Irish longshoreman sweaters, or whatever they're called. And my mom, besides having a psychotic look on her face, apparently has a plant growing out of her head. Liza thinks my dad looks like Scott Glenn in this picture.
And while we're being all nostalgic and everything...
This is Kim and I several years later. June 1974, to be exact. This was taken the night before my family and I left the U.S. to live in France for five years. I happen to think that this is one of the most adorable pictures I've ever been a part of. Not that there's a lot of those.
I called in sick today. Last night I got some small twinge in my lower back that developed into a full-fledged back pain by the time I went to bed. Starting this morning, I began to experience several different levels of agony, which really only occur when I do two things: stand up and sit down. Not exactly a condition that's conducive to office work. I may call in sick again tomorrow, I haven't decided.
I managed to make my day a little more manageable with a self-imposed Coen Brothers marathon. I already watched Fargo and The Hudsucker Proxy, and I may get to at least one more tonight. And then there's tomorrow, perhaps. I have six more of the their movies in my collection (Blood Simple, Barton Fink, Miller's Crossing, The Man Who Wasn't There, The Big Lebowski and No Country For Old Men), so I have my work cut out for me.
As far as the rest of the Coens' work is concerned, there are five more that I need to add to my DVDs, if I choose to do so. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad complete collection to have. I still need to get Raising Arizona, O Brother Where Art Thou, Intolerable Cruelty, The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading. I don't really enjoy Raising Arizona as much as most people do. It's certainly not a bad movie, but I really don't think it measures up to their best work. Same goes for O Brother, but I've only seen that one once, and I guess I should give it another shot. Intolerable Cruelty was lightweight and certainly no masterpiece, but it's fun. The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading are the only Coen films I haven't seen. The former didn't go over too well with the critics, but I don't mind getting a cheap copy for the sake of completism, and the latter seems like a goofy good time in the spirit of The Big Lebowski. I really love the Coen Brothers.
Is "completism" a word? Spellcheck doesn't seem to think so.