I am heartily and to distraction currently obsessed with The Beatles. Okay, I’ve brought it up, so let’s discuss. Near the end of Our Karaoke Evening, I intimidated everyone with my red emo hoodie and my shouting along with Woodbury’s “Black Hole Sun.” It was all to my advantage, though, as when I got up for my last song of the night, my voice was sufficiently ruined enough to sing “Twist and Shout.” And Rachel and Jaycee were my George and Paul! Ahhh-ahhhh- ahhhhh! Does everyone else love parenthetical pauses as much as me?)
Quackbusters is Looney Tunes, not Disney, but still, there’s an odd confluence on animated ducks in my life right now. We did this also with Back to the Future, Beetlejuice, Ghostbusters, and, weirdly enough, Dirty Dancing. My Dad and my brothers and I used to watch that every night for like five months after Dad got home from work. Quackbusters is super clutch and boss in all the best ways. Speaking of which, did anyone else know that Quackbusters was now on DVD? I saw it at Target the other day when I was compelled against my will to purchase Mary Poppins on DVD. I think there needs to be a class action suit, like when Huey Lewis sued Ray Parker Jr. Later that night I became Joseph Gordon-Leavitt for about five minutes and attempted to cheer everyone up with Hall & Oates’s “You Make My Dreams” (which, by the way? Does the instrumentation make anyone else think of the Ducktales theme song? Because it totally should. I mean, it’s obviously well-made, but I hated it.” Two hours later: “Okay, maybe it wasn’t so bad.” Two hours after that: “So, you know which scene was the most brilliant…?” Shawn. Shawn reacted to the film as he usually reacts to my experiments in the kitchen. But their popcorn cannot be enhanced with ranch powder, which is a crime against humanity and Cambridge.) I’m still slightly more about the Brattle, because they do more revival stuff more frequently. (FYI, now that I know that the Somerville has flavored popcorn, it now bests almost every other theater in the metro area. I have a lot of convictions that don’t pan out into reality.Īnyhow, Shawn reacted as if I’d physically wounded him, so on Wednesday, we took ourselves out to a pleasant filmgoing experience at the Somerville Theater.
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Perhaps if you’re not too sullied after, we could have tea.” Of course, none of my friends actually thought that. “Stuff and nonsense,” I imagined them saying as I trudged to the theater with my popcorn and my smuggled Dr Pepper. See, when I attended my first showing of Inglourious Basterds, I was under the impression that none of my fickle friends could be bothered with it. Guess what I did this weekend? That’s right, everything.īut first Wednesday, and an explanation. What I’m Reading Now: Born Round, by Frank Bruni Current Word Count: Tangerine, 24, 823 words