A hibiscus from our backyard
Marching band bass drum mallets at the ready
Kansas City flora
Roses use a cheerleader's megaphone as a handy vase.
No, there isn’t a connection between the four photos. It’s just that I’ve got that “Five dollar footlong” song from the Subway commercial stuck in my head, playing on an endless loop all the live-long day.
Until it decides to exit my brain, I’ve got a Monday disconnect kind of day going on.
And, no, I’m not having lunch at Subway today! No five dollar footlong for me!!
Hmmmmm . . . .
A couple of items in my It Doesn’t Take Much to Amuse Me file.
When I drove past the above sign at one of our area elementary schools yesterday, I was taking the #2 son to meet the Mister, both of whom were going to play disc golf. I laughed, dropped off #2, and then drove back to snap the photo with my handy, dandy Olympus Stylus Tough-6000.
Now really, should an elementary school be boasting about having a “kinder, new stud?” I guess that he’s “kinder” is good to know. Is the fact that his name is Reg, as in maybe Reggie Mantle from the Archie comics, important?
Sidebar: When I showed the photo to the #1 son, he sighed, rolled his eyes, and told me I was reaching here. But it still makes me chuckle!
Absolutely no connection here
I subscribe to a local Freecycle group on Yahoo, and I must admit that I laughed and laughed when I saw this. Having two sons, I can well understand wanting to fill a large kitchen trash bag with toddler boys. Been there, was tempted to done that.
And I really love the line that says, “I have guests coming tomorrow evening and need this stuff gone ASAP!”
That applies to husbands, too—as long as you have extra-large trash bags!
Equal time for cat lovers!
Sidebar: I’m highly allergic to cats. Just looking at this photo makes me want to sneeze.
In yesterday’s post, I showed photos of a hypothetical conversation between dogs. I figured that today the feline crowd might want representation. It just so happened that at that same flag football game, a woman was carrying around this cute, homeless kitten. Better to snap a photo from afar than inhale some of that dander!
Sunday morning (aka the $5 show) we saw “Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.” I’ve read that it’s the first panned movie that will earn $400 million. “Panned,” that is, by the movie critics, not by movie-goers. On Yahoo, the critics rated “Transformers 2” as a mediocre C–, while the users gave it a B+.
The problem with movie reviewers? They tend to overanalyze plot and character development. That might be fine with a serious flick, but something like “Transformers”? It is what it is: Today’s shoot ’em up western. Plot definitely takes a backseat to action, and that works when the movie is targeted to teenaged boys.
Of which I have two, of course. And both simply loved the movie, especially the #2 son, who seems to be a bit smitten with Megan Fox, who plays Shia LaBeouf’s character’s girlfriend. Personally, I liked the first Transformers movie better; the loud special effects in the latest one actually hurt my teeth (glad we didn’t opt for the IMAX version!). I found myself getting confused between which robots were the autobots (the good guys) and which were the decepticons (bad guys) during the fight scenes. And I truly disliked how Egyptian artifacts were blown to smithereens without anybody caring. Just too much destruction for my tastes.
But I will admit that Bumblebee, my favorite autobot, made me cry, as did Kevin Dunn, who played the father of LaBeouf’s character. And I usually like any movie that makes me shed a tear or two. That alone was enough for me to rate “Transformers 2” a solid B. As in “Bumblebee!”