Friday, June 27, 2008
Wall-E
I will take the kids to go see Wall-E, as I will any Pixar film.
Here is a well-considered piece of criticism from the Washington Post. Pay attention to the conflicted feelings the reviewer goes through. It'll make you want to give up reading Entertainment Weekly reviews forever.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Some wonderful poetry
From the band Survivor:
HIGH ON YOU
There you stood, that'll teach ya
To look so good and feel so right
Let me tell you 'bout the girl I met last night
It's understood, I had to reach ya
I let the wheel of fortune spin
I touched your hand before the crowd
Started crushin' in
Now I'm higher than a kite
I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love
Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat
Beggin' for your touch in the middle
Of the street and I --
*I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl
I must be living in a fantasy world
I've searched the whole world over
To find a heart so true
Such complete intoxication
I'm high on you*
Smart and coy, a little crazy
The kinda face that starts a fight
Let me tell you 'bout the girl I had last night
Piercin' eyes, like a raven
You seemed to share my secret sin
We were high before the night
Started kickin' in
Now I'm screamin' in the night
I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love
Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat
Beggin' for your touch in the middle
Of the street and I --
( * Repeat)
HIGH ON YOU
There you stood, that'll teach ya
To look so good and feel so right
Let me tell you 'bout the girl I met last night
It's understood, I had to reach ya
I let the wheel of fortune spin
I touched your hand before the crowd
Started crushin' in
Now I'm higher than a kite
I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love
Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat
Beggin' for your touch in the middle
Of the street and I --
*I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl
I must be living in a fantasy world
I've searched the whole world over
To find a heart so true
Such complete intoxication
I'm high on you*
Smart and coy, a little crazy
The kinda face that starts a fight
Let me tell you 'bout the girl I had last night
Piercin' eyes, like a raven
You seemed to share my secret sin
We were high before the night
Started kickin' in
Now I'm screamin' in the night
I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love
Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat
Beggin' for your touch in the middle
Of the street and I --
( * Repeat)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Boston Baked Beans
I was just chatting about candy with a friend and she brought up Boston Baked Beans. Who on earth would want a candy modeled after baked beans? Beans are not something kids just automatically enjoy, like, say, grapes.
My friend says she is haunted by Boston Baked Beans (the candy). I recall liking them, and occasionally buying them at the 7-Eleven at 89th and Roe when I would ride my bike up there. I have not tried them in a long time. I wonder if they are any good. I would go over to 89th and Roe right now and buy some, but instead of a 7-Eleven, that retail space is now occupied by the Cremation Society of Kansas City. I'm not sure what that is. Possibly it's some kind of social club. Perhaps they get together for cotillion dances.
My next big idea is to create a candy based on German Potato salad.
Further reading:
Official Ferrara Pan site for Boston Baked Beans
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