The one single month that I hate the most out of all of the months on the calendar is DecemberJanuaryFebruaryMarch.
September is a close second. Why? Because summer ends in September. First the temperature drops, then the leaves start to fall, and then summer ends. Screw you, September. I hate you. Hockey training camps and pre-season games make the pain a little more bearable, but not much. Not enough.
Ugh… I hate you September. You suck.
Happy September 1, world.
On Monday my step daughter had to work. My step son suggested that we take advantage of the situation by going to the Museum of Science. Seemed like a good idea to me. We didn’t stay long, but we had a good time while we were there.
iPhone camera evidence follows:
This picture represents my impression of every 1950’s science fiction movie.
It is hard to imagine that this is accurate, but this shows that a T-Rex has bigger feet than I. Ridiculous, am I right?
Here we see a model of the kitty that left the gigantic foot print. I kept telling my step son that this was just a big kitty with a baldness issue but he wasn’t buying it. Meow.
Here we see the downside of dieting. No… that joke wasn’t funny. I can’t come up with anything even remotely funny to add to this image. Well, at least I hope that I look this good when I’m a zillion years old and an extinct fossil.
This photo shows why I could never have been a Mercury Astronaut. I am way too big to fit in that tiny little capsule. John Glenn must have been really small.
And there you have it. My goofily lame Museum of Science recap post.
The cat is dead set against me watching the tube tonight. Get out of the way, you furry little bastard!
Those aren’t temporary road closures. They are permanent. Awesome.
2016 continues to suck the tail pipe when it comes to celebrity deaths. We lost another great one today. Gene Wilder passed away at age 83. He was in two of my favorite comedies ever, both of which were made by Mel Brooks. Young Frankenstein and Blazing Saddles.
I believe that Blazing Saddles is one of the top five (at least) most offensive movies ever, and that is just one of the many reason why I love it so much. The first time I saw it I was probably in my late 20’s, some time in the late 1990’s, I’d guess. I don’t recall the circumstances exactly, but I think it was during a Mel Brooks appreciation period where my friends and I had recently seen Young Frankenstein for the 100th time, and Spaceballs for the 10000000000th time. None of us had seen Blazing Saddles, so rather than watch something we were familiar with we rented it from one of those video rental stores that the kids today hear about when their folks talk about the good old days.
I’m pretty sure we watched it over Kelli’s. I don’t remember who was with us, but I seem to recall a pretty big turn out for that weekend’s movie night. The whole time it was playing there were three things running through my head. First, this is the most offensive movie I’ve ever seen. Second, things have really changed since the 70’s because there is no way in hell this movie could be made today (again, today being the late 90’s). Third, it was getting hard to breath due to all the hysterical laughter.
All I all I think that Young Frankenstein is probably the better movie. It had a better cast (Peter Boyle, anyone?), and probably more funny scenes, and probably more quotable scenes as well. I loved every second of it, but it never pulled the rug out from under me the way Blazing Saddles did.
Despite all of that, I am almost embarrassed to say that the one Gene Wilder moment that is playing on a loop in my head today is not actually a Gene Wilder moment. There is a musical number in the Charlie and the Chocolate factory movie where he played Willy Wonka. Pure Imagination, I believe is the title of the song. The thing that is stuck in my head today is a spoof of that from Family Guy. Peter and Brian tour the Pawtucket Patriot brewery and the Gene Wilderesque, Willy Wonkaesque character sings a song called Pure Inebriation.
For some unfathomable reason, that is where my brain goes today when it wants to honor the memory of an actor who made me laugh my ass off more times than I could count.
Rest in Peace, Gene Wilder… sorry about the Family Guy thing.
We are at the Museum of Science in Boston. My step son said the Van de Graaff generator looks like boobs.
We bought my wife a nice set of Bose speakers for her computer for her birthday last year. Since then she bought a high end sound system that blows the system we got out of the water. She gave me the Bose set a few months ago but I took my sweet time hooking it up.
Until today. It’s a massive upgrade over what I had before. Now I just want to sit at my desk with the volume cranked, feeling the sub woofer shake the floor.
Awesome!
My step son signed up for a Magic the Gathering tournament tonight. We haven’t a clue how long it will last so I am outside in the parking lot waiting.
So far I’ve watched some Supergirl on my iPad (it’s okay, but not even close to as good as The Flash), and taken a few camera phone snaps of the sky.
Wanna see?
That’s the standard iPhone 6 Plus camera, touched up with Photoshop Express. The next one is the recent pinhole lens for Hipstamatic.
Cool, huh?
My step son is so passionate about playing Magic. He talks about it all the time. I haven’t a clue what anything he says means, but I can sit there and listen to it all day long. The kid is a force of nature.
How about one more pic for luck?
Nice. Okay then, back to Supergirl I go. If I get through the few episodes I downloaded onto my iPad I’ll switch to Stranger Things on Netflix on my phone.
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