waa lah

Can you believe it?

I can't believe it.

It's done.




At some point, midway through the third ring of painting hell, Youngest came home and said: thank you, that's just how I wanted it to look.



Thank god he said that - I was just thinking he could suddenly decide he wanted blue.

When Cloverfield Hit, my story

Nearly a year ago, I think, Middle started talking about Cloverfield. It was in production and he was intrigued by it. I have no idea how he heard about it, I can only say that it became one of those topics that floats around the house for months.
Middle would report about things he read on the internet about the production, the director, the special effects being used. It was a regular dinner table topic.
I knew, from him, that it was a movie about a monster attacking New York.
I was never terribly interested - this is the stuff 16 year old boys tend to flock to and I never had any desire to see the movie.
But the months passed and Middle joined a couple of online communities where he discussed the film work he was doing and the making of Cloverfield. And he continued to keep us all informed as the production moved along.

All this time, whilst becoming infatuated with every aspect of this movie and how it was made, Middle was diligently becoming the film guy he is now. He was taking classes here and in the city, he was shooting all kinds of things all the time, and he was completely engrossed in digital video and editing.
Screenplays littered his floor...along with iced tea bottles and dirty socks.
Many conversations were interrupted so that he could discuss certain effects with K or keep us posted on some detail.
You get the picture.

One day, last summer, Middle got information about some location shooting for the movie and begged to be allowed to bust the set. (That's how we talk around here.)
The shoot was scheduled from midnight until four in the morning. (Which we ALL know means until AT LEAST four am.) And that's how K found himself in Central Park at two in the morning. And that's how Middle was lucky enough to stealthily shoot the makers of Cloverfield shooting the very last scene in the movie.

This did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm.
He and K made a date to see Cloverfield on opening day (1.18.08) and he continued to immerse himself in all things film. Or video. Or cameras.

He saw the movie at one minute past midnight, or some such, he saw it two more times with his girlfriend. And because he is Middle, he did not come home and talk about the gore or the monster or the effects. He came home and talked about the plot. He talked about "going back for Beth." And I'm sorry if I ruin the plot for any of you with the whole "going back for Beth" thing, but it points to Middle's character. HE might go back for Beth. That's what kind of guy he is - to watch 180 minutes of creepy movie and be left thinking about human relations.

A couple of months ago, when he told us about the contest, I cringed. He's not competitive. He never has been. He is quiet and non-confrontational and cautious. He's the kind of kid who will worry about the kid being bullied. I could go on and on about what kind of kid he is but I think I've painted a very clear picture of Middle here and I think you understand him as well as you can without really knowing him.
My point is: this was a huge hurdle.
All I can think of is how to protect him if he loses. Of course all mothers think that way all the time but this is the first time I've had to do it for Middle.

He made his movie.
It is clearly the film of someone interested in special effects.
It is a showcase of his skill, which is still naive and rough.
But he did it and was brave enough to submit it and people like it.

I had never seen Cloverfield. Youngest loves it and it is the kind of movie I would not, under different circumstances, let Youngest see. K liked it as much as any other science fiction movie.
A couple of weeks ago, Middle and Youngest sat me on the couch and made me watch it with them.
I have not seen a scary movie in ten or fifteen years.
It took a lot for me to sit there - but they helped me through it.
I cannot watch violence in movies without getting emotionally involved, and I did get emotionally involved.
The attack, in the beginning, is so reminiscent of September 11th, that I was very uncomfortable. My kids have never seen images of that day and I'm not going to discuss my experience of that day. I don't think the filmmakers were disrespectful of the memory of September 11th but they certainly used that emotional content to make their point.
The story of Rob and Beth is wrenching.
The plot is completely simple.
The gore is not as bad as I thought it would be.
But when I was done watching, and even now, I cannot think about the movie without thinking of Middle.
I have emotionally tied a teenage horror movie to his maturity and independence and growth.
It's a stupid thing, really and I'm not doing especially well in my attempt to explain it.
The making of this movie has coincided with the making of Middle, the discovery of his path.

Middle claims to not care if he wins. Half of me hopes it's true and half of me doesn't believe him.
I want it to be the next step in his career. Or the first step.
I want so much for him and, for the first time, I see what he wants for himself.
This is no small thing.

And now, I am weepy. I have made a mountain out of something small. Again.
But you are here for it and I thought I'd try to explain.
Vote today. The site is back up.
I cannot begin to express my gratitude.

old favorite

Middle went with me, the other night, to pack food at the Tuvaluan National Food Drive.
We signed up to volunteer for two hours and it was an incredible experience.
We had no idea what to expect or where we were going but were instructed to bring work gloves (which I forgot) and to wear heavy shoes.

We arrived at a warehouse large enough to be clocked on the odometer of my truck.
We signed in and sat on folding chairs for a brief orientation describing our duties for the evening. We would be packing canned goods, dry goods and food in glass and plastic bottles. All of Tuvalu had donated this food and we learned how to spot things that had been badly damaged or spoiled.

We were very excited as we followed a maze through the warehouse to get to the packing area.
There we saw 30 long tables separated by huge pallets of food. There were dozens of volunteers and it took us a while to find a table with space for us, with another family, and settle into a rhythm.
Someone would bring a pallet with an enormous box full of goods to our table, we would lift the food out of the enormous box and pack it into bins which would then be re-loaded onto the pallet and taken away. The full and sorted pallets were shrink wrapped for distribution.



I loved the family we were working with. They had driven a long way (Middle and I drove about half an hour) and were signed up to work for three evenings. The dad would unload the pallet at break-neck speed while his wife, his son, Middle and I would repack the food into the smaller bins. It was all Middle and I could do to keep up with him and, as the food was not allowed to stand taller than the height of the bins there was puzzle work involved in packing it tightly without overfilling them. The wife was especially good at the packing and Middle was especially good at lifting very heavy bins full of glass bottles and cans.



I was so proud of him, coming with me - and then I was so proud of the dozens of volunteers surrounding me. Everyone was smiling and working so very hard. When you had a bin filled you were supposed to raise your hand to have a worker come and retrieve it...but we worked so quickly that Middle became our transfer man. We packed and transferred dozens and dozens of bins.

We never took a break, though there was a very nice break room. I'd feel guilty stopping to rest - we only signed on for two stupid hours. As I had never volunteered for anything like this before I hesitated to sign us up for more, but next year I'd do more than one stint. Such great people, such good work - I was happy to be there.
I loved doing it. And Middle was very enthusiastic.

Two hours flew by. I felt a little fatigued at one point, but there was a kid with a radio that had been patched through a PA system and suddenly George Michael came on.

Freedom.
An old favorite.
And suddenly it was a different song, whilst I was packing food for people who need it.

Survivor finale

I'm STUFFED. Stuffed with Chinese food.
So I'm perfectly happy to put my feet up and watch the marathon that IS the Survivor finale.

We open with a dramatic recap of the show from the beginning. I had forgotten about Krazy Kathy crying and the shark someone caught. I even forgot about Jonathan's "busted up knee."
Three players left without being voted out.
Cirie had an alliance from the beginning even though Pavarti did some wheeling and dealing on her own.
The women got rid of Ozzy, Jason and Erik. Amanda played an idol and Alexis had to go.
Blindsiding Erik was unprecedented.

Cirie is my favorite.
Natalie has an evil side that I appreciate but don't like.
Amanda has fought her way to the end.
Pavarti has her sight set on winning.

It's night 36 and the women are celebrating. And little crabs are dancing on the dark beach.
But while they cheer we wonder who is going next...

The next morning Cirie is up before her teammates.
There are way too many black widow, venus flytrap jokes for me.
Cirie laughs that she is nervous around the others.
Pavarti climbs for coconuts.
She bonds with Natalie and talks to her about life outside the game.
Natalie is the last fan in the game.
But while they are chatting Cirie and Amanda wonder what's going on.

They get mail about a challenge.
Something about climbing heights to victory.
Cirie says Natalie will have to go next.

The challenge is for immunity and the players start on a small perch 20 feet above the water.
They must pull water up to the perch, drop it down a chute to release keys to a locked box with ladder pieces in it. They will jump into the water, swim to shore, build the ladder and climb to victory.
Lifting the buckets of water and pouring it looks difficult.
Natalie is the first in the water.
Pavarti is next.
They open the chests easily and start building.
Cirie is last to get her keys.
Natalie's lead continues.
There are 16 ladder rungs and each is unique.
The ladder is difficult to build.
Amanda has a huge lead. And she wins after having difficulty towards the end.

Cirie teases that she lost because her legs are short.
Amanda feels great.
They still have a hen and rooster at camp.
Natalie feels like the low woman on the totem pole.
Cirie talks with Natalie about the vote. Cirie feels a little vulnerable.
Pavarti and Amanda have a chat about Cirie.
Pavarti says that the plan was originally to take Cirie and Amanda to the end.
But now they are thinking that Cirie might not be good to take to the end.
Pavarti and Natalie talk. Pavarti thinks it would be better to bring her to the end.
Cirie thinks she's going.

At Tribal we are unsure who's going - but we think we know it won't be Amanda or Pavarti.
Jeff wants to give the women a Survivor Academy Award.
Four straight blindsides - Natalie thinks they won't do it again, but no one buys that.
Amanda says she has no idea how the vote will go - but Cirie is not convinced.
They talk for a while about whether it will be a final two or final three.
Cirie says she is on the bottom of any alliance...Amanda takes offense to this and disagrees.
But we'll see.
Thank heavens it doesn't take long to vote with this few players - I'm nervous for Cirie.
Natalie goes and we are cheering.

There's a wonderful beer commercial. It's like "I'd like to teach the world to beer," for Heineken. Watch for it, it's fun and nice and makes me want to share my beer.

At camp Amanda says that Cirie made them look bad. Cirie explains it as best she can but she feels like she is on the outside. Amanda apologizes. Amanda cries a little. She makes a sincere effort to explain that she is exhausted and they make peace.

The women relax for a bit on the morning of day 38.
They set the last chicken free. Her name is Gloria. Gloria doesn't want to leave.
The women walk to pick up mail.
They learn that they will honor their fallen comrades and that there will be one more immunity challenge.
There will be a final two.
Amanda breaks down.
Cirie says they have been blindsiding people left and right and now they have been blindsided.

Off they go to honor their fallen teammates. Which I'm not blogging.
I'm stretching my legs.

Micronesia is awfully pretty, isn't it?
K is surprised that no one ever makes the camp more comfortable. We think we would make camp a much more cushy place to live - and then we'd be voted out for asking people to get palm leaves to make mattresses.

But enough about us.
It's time for that final immunity challenge.
I can't describe it.
The players must hold a metal marble on top of blocks. Sort of.
Every five minutes more blocks are added.
Cirie sweats early.
Jeff DOES NOT SHUT UP.
The challenge looks so so hard and he won't stop talking.
Pavarti drops her ball.
Cirie has some trouble but recovers.
Amanda looks confident.
Two more rounds pass.
The final round goes until someone drops out.
Jeff keeps talking.
Amanda wavers.
Cirie drops her ball.
Amanda wins immunity.
And she must decide who goes to the jury and who gets to plead their case for the million dollars.

Amanda has a tough decision.
Cirie is surprised she lost. She thought she'd do better.
She's pretty sure she will be going home because Amanda and Pavarti are close.
Pavarti feels confident that Amanda will bring her.
But Amanda doesn't seem so sure.
She asks Cirie how she should decide.
She knows both of her teammates deserve to stay.
Cirie thinks she's a better person to take to the final because the jury won't like her.
Amanda is doing a lot of thinking.

At Tribal Council Jeff reminds Amanda of how long the three of them have been together.
Amanda talks about the pros and cons of bringing Cirie.
She talks about what could happen if she brings Pavarti, but she says her decision is based on her gut instinct.
She cries about her situation, but the jury on television and we on the couch are not moved by her emotions.
She takes the long walk to vote.
Cirie takes a deep breath.
Many eyes are rolled.
We think she sent Cirie to the jury.
And she does.

Cirie makes a sad little post-message for her family...it wasn't meant to be she tells them, and we are feeling low for her.

The next morning Amanda and Pavarti get the customary final morning breakfast. They do a lot of celebrating.
It's awfully scripted sounding now, at the end.
They feel very very confident about facing the jury.
They burn the shelter.
They hug and dance.
Pavarti spends a lot of time telling us what a great game she played.
I'm getting tired of looking at their tight abs.
Amanda is ready to fight for votes and knows that Pavarti could be a powerful player.

It's time to face the jury.
Cirie looks lovely.

Pavarti and Amanda must convince the jury that they are worthy of a million dollars.
Amanda goes first.
She tells them she is proud of her game and she thanks them.
Pavarti says she had to play differently this time - she says she made bold plays and she promises honest answers.

Eliza speaks first. Eliza annoys me. She makes a speech and doesn't ask anyone anything.
Jason has specific questions for Amanda and wants a list of redeeming qualities from Pavarti.
Alexis talks to Pavarti about being a role model. Pavarti makes "bold moves." She asks Amanda when she's been genuine.
Natalie talks to Pavarti about being a flirt. She asks Amanda if she's pretty and dumb.
Erik says that he would have voted for Amanda a few days ago but now he feels like she ripped him apart and he wants to know how she could do it.
James wants the truth from Pavarti.
Cirie has Amanda tell the jury why Pavarti deserves the money over her. And she has Pavarti tell the jury why Cirie isn't sitting there.
Ozzy is hurt by being voted out. He tells Pavarti that she hurt him by discarding him. And he admits that he has feelings for Amanda. The music goes all sweet and tinkly.
Jeff gives us a moment to think...

Who do we think will win? We are tired of Amanda's emotions - we think Pavarti played better.
But you never know.

Time for the vote.
Who will win?
What city will we cut to?
IT'S ALL SO EXCITING.

The jury votes and Jeff leaves.
And we are live in New York.
Everyone is all clean and shiny and Jeff's hair has been re-colored.
The votes seem split...
They are tied.
Did Pavarti get some new lips? Did Amanda get a chest?
Pavarti wins.

Mirth and mayhem.
The end of a great season.

an interview with my mother

My mother is about 5'6" tall, has a luscious head of gray hair, better legs than mine (damn those genetics), is always well dressed, and, like me, can talk to anyone anytime. Which she does.
She is retired from her job as a well decorated (many stars for distinguished and fabulous service) at the Fancy Department Store and is presently finishing her term as The President of the apartment house run by our church for persons over 60 who are in good health.
I thought you might be interested in learning more about her and so I asked her a few questions.


Where did you grow up?
In Jamaica (Queens, NYC) in an apartment across the street from a graveyard and two churches and a synagogue.

Tell me about your sisters.
I have two. I was the middle child and the first born wasn't around much because she went away to college when I was, maybe 8, and she got married when I was 12.
I was the maid of honor but I couldn't sign the marriage certificate because I was too young. So someone else had to do it.
And then I had a baby sister, born on the day that World War 2 was declared. I was 6.

Don't you have a story about chewing gum, from when you were little?
During the war my mother bought me Fleer's Double Bubble gum at a black market news stand and it was seven cents instead of the normal price of a penny. So what I would do would be to chew it for a long time and then put it in a glass of water and save it for later.

What was your first job?
I worked in the library. I worked in the area where they transferred books from one library to another - and they kind of had to hide me because I was underage. I was about 14. But we had a friend with "political connections" who got me the job.

How old were you when you met dad?
20.

Did you have any hobbies when your children were small?
(Laughs) I think I was too busy. I did paint by numbers! And I read a lot.

What is your favorite meal?
Hamburger. Well, cheeseburger. You know.

Do you like to cook?
I used to. It's boring now.

What size shoe do you wear?
A six and a half or a seven. Put 7. For two minutes once I was 7 1/2.

She has many more interesting stories, my mom. Her mother made all their clothes and I've heard several stories over the years about particular dresses and occasions. She's told me about visiting her older sister, in Paris, and sleeping in the bathtub and she is notorious for the pranks she pulled on her younger sister - like leaving her in Woolworths.
Of course I forgot to ask her about these things during our "interview" - we'll just say it was a long long week.
And, speaking of the long long week, it culminated with an anxiety riddled 4 hour drive, with my mom, to a hospital in the city that Youngest is visiting.
He was injured on the trip and had to be taken to the ER.
He is absolutely fine now but, after calling K, my mother was the very next call I made and I told her she was coming with me.
She did what she always has done - all our lives. She supported me and sang songs with the radio and talked and talked while we sped through torrential rain that night.
And when we got the call that he was okay and we turned around to go back home, she said all the right things.

I never write about Mother's Day because I don't enjoy it.
But this Mother's Day I'm feeling awfully blessed to have my mom whose shoe size may fluctuate, who chewed black market gum and who is always, without question, here for me.

coming soon

• An interview with my mother.
• A brief account of a rainy roadtrip.
• Coffee with yet another blogger.
• Photos of the finished bedroom.
• Eulogy for a lemon tree?
• A problem with my Jeep?
• Catching up on the 450 blogs I read.
• Middle. 5th place? 4th?
  

Survivor

Yes, I actually PUT DOWN MY ROLLER and walked away from the Cloverfield site to watch this episode.
In truth, it was more like: drove Youngest to church where he boarded the bus for four fun filled days, came home and threw a meatloaf in the oven, drank several glasses of wine aaaaaaaaannnnd sat down on the couch to watch.

It's the final five.
Cirie is amazed. The idol was played and it's day 34.

Erik is the last man among women. He and Natalie talk about Amanda. He wants the hidden immunity idol - and he bargains with her to send him there. He doesn't trust anyone, but he has to pick sides...

In the morning, Cirie is making alliances. Amanda trusts her. Amanda doesn't want Erik or Natalie to win the next challenge. Cirie decides that Amanda needs to go to Exile next.
Amanda makes an offer to Erik - but he's not sure he can trust her.
And we know better.
Amanda tries to convince Erik to send Pavarti to Exile.
I may have gotten some of this confused - WORK WITH ME, IT'S BEEN A LONG WEEK.

Challenge time.
How well do the players know past seasons of Survivor?
The winner will fly to a luxury resort for a massage, meal and night away.
The next tribal council is the last time the idol can be used.
The questions are kind of hard...in which season did someone have a pet snake? When did someone get bitten by a shark and bite it back?
In which season did a tribemate ask someone to urinate on their jellyfish sting?
(Kathy did! Remember that?)
When did that guy fall into the fire? Survivor Australia. 2001.
Erik could win -
When were the castaways split into four tribes? Exile Island. Whenever the HELL that was.

Erik wins and sends Pavarti to Exile. Natalie looks pissed.
He chooses Amanda to go to the reward with him. Natalie looks more pissed.
She and Cirie get sent back to camp - JEFF HAS NOTHING FOR THEM.

Back at camp, Natalie IS PISSED. And I am SO happy. Cirie succeeds in getting her worked up.
I'm happier still. She has the LOOK OF THE DEVIL on her face.
I'm in LOVE with Cirie now.

Erik and Amanda are having a glorious helicopter ride - Erik reaches out to her and she acts chummy with him. They say WOOO HOOO a lot.
They have massages and foot treatments and Amanda makes a little face.
They have a quiet dinner and Erik says he feels like he and Amanda have been in the center of everything.
He lays out his strategy for Amanda while she looks on, slyly.

On Exile Island, Pavarti is sunbathing. She doesn't care about the idol because she and Amanda and Cirie have the numbers.

The winners return to camp and Cirie stirs Natalie up more.
Cirie tells them she doesn't want to hear about the challenge, but they describe it anyway.
Natalie is silent.
Silent and angry.
Cirie has a chat with Erik.
Natalie walks up and listens to it all.

Cirie, Amanda and Natalie have a chat.
We need a challenge.

Erik "might have screwed up quite a bit."
I might agree "quite a bit."
Amanda tries to pin him down.
He's a big dummy-head.

Here's the challenge.
LOOK AT JEFF'S SHORTS! STRIPES!
I am so distracted I didn't hear what the challenge is!
Running and solving?
Ropes and coordinates.
Puzzle pieces where the ropes intersect...
Erik digs first.
Pavarti digs next.
Erik has the pieces for his first puzzle.
Natalie and Cirie bring up the rear.
Amanda starts digging.
Cirie has pieces - so does Amanda.
Erik solves one.
Cirie solves one.
It's crazy busy.
Erik is doing very well!
He has a huge lead.
STIRRING MUSIC.
ERIK WINS.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

The women meet when they get back to camp. Erik lied to everyone and they know it. Cirie decides that Amanda should convince him to give her the necklace. She could tell him he should give up immunity and they would vote Amanda. Would he believe it?
Natalie runs it by Erik.
She tells him he would be redeemed with the jury.
He knows he isn't popular with the jury.
Everyone is eating during these conversations.
It's making me a little NUTS.
Erik discusses the plan with Cirie.
She says she would vote Amanda if he gave up the necklace.
It's brilliant.
And Cirie is adorable.
I want it to work. What a scheme!
Erik tells Natalie he thinks they should vote Pavarti. But she tries to convince him to stick with the plan.
Cirie says she will go for the Pavarti plan. And they will be rid of Erik.
"The ultimate Jedi mind trick."

At Tribal Council Jeff confronts Erik about bringing Amanda to the reward.
Pavarti says she had a nice rest at Exile Island.
Jeff calls Erik out regarding all the lies he's told.
Amanda confronts him about his lies.
He asks for forgiveness. He's sorry. If it means anything.
He says he needs redemption.
Cirie makes a case for him to give up the necklace, without ever using those words.
Jeff makes his usual immunity necklace speech - the seconds tick as we wonder.
Erik gives the necklace to Natalie.
The jury is CRACKING UP.
James looks pretty damn good.
Erik votes Pavarti.
Natalie votes Erik.
He crosses his fingers.
Amanda votes Erik.
Cirie votes Erik.
It's SO DAMN EXCITING.
Pavarti votes Erik.
It's the first time we have ever seen how everyone votes before Jeff tallies them.
No one plays an idol.
Jeff reads the votes.
HE'S OUT.
"You guys drive me crazy."
James says: I'VE LOST MY REIGN AS DUMBEST SURVIVOR EVER.

Three days left, four women remain.

The finale is Sunday.

announcement

The Survivor finale is Sunday.

stuff I like about my new car

I have to say, I think I like my new car.
Yes, it drives like an American vehicle, yes, I prefer European vehicles but we are looking at college in the not so distant future and my Volvolemon was very expensive. Not so my Jeep.
My Jeep is growing on me. And, after owning it for a month, I am ready to say: I like it. I might even love it.



I LOVE the font. I've been telling people who ask how I chose this vehicle that I love the font. Helvetica!



And doesn't pollen look GREAT on it? I think so. The yellow dust complements the black paint perfectly. (Black was the only color available, BUT I LOVE IT.)



Look at this butch rack! The salesman told us that the car came equipped with a rack with cross-rails and he was wrong. Upshot? He paid for the rack and side rails! Score one for us!



I adore these Mickey Mouse door handles. Any fool car can have those weird lifting lever door handles, my car has real old-school handles but funkified. And I LOVE THEM.



There's a great little "hidden" compartment to the left of the steering wheel. What will I use it for? I have no idea, but I APPRECIATE it being there - just in case.



We sprang for navigation and satellite radio. Have I already talked about this? I drive around LAUGHING MY ASS OFF while I listen to the comedy channel. Really - it has improved my quality of life! And TWICE, in the past month, I DID NOT GET LOST. This, my friends, is a major accomplishment.



FOUR WHEEL DRIVE. I don't know WHEN we will use it, but WE COULD at any time!



I can SEE the font wherever I GO.



The owner's manual(s) come in a charming little green clutch bag. I COULD use it as a handbag.



It's a door. It's A JAR! Simple messages are displayed ALL DAY LONG. Sometimes it tells me what radio station I'm listening to and whether the tires are properly inflated. WE COMMUNICATE.



The dashboard and windshield are pleasingly small. I know that sounds strange but my previous vehicle had an acre of space between me and the road. Now, I feel very space efficient whilst driving.



I told the salesman that I hated the interior. He lowered the price of the car. Turns out? It's not as bad as I thought!



MINTS! It came with mints.

Not really.





When I got up this morning, Middle's movie was in 4th place. After I voted he was in third - IT'S THAT CLOSE.

evolution

Middle and bb are eating chicken and discussing music...bb is faking it.

bb: what songs are we IMing tonight? How's about some Earth Wind and Fire?

Middle: that's so funny that you should mention them!

bb: mmm? Why's that? (she says, very excited that he is actually going to have a conversation with her.)

Middle: well, today, in gym -

bb (interrupting): Oh! I love it when you tell me about gym! What are you playing?

Middle: Pickle-ball, which is like tennis and badminton combined but you play with a green plastic ball, but that's another story.

bb:....

Middle: So. Today, in gym, my friend and I were talking about which movie we thought we should bring BACK IN TIME to show people...

bb: Well, obviously Back To The Future.

Middle: No. No good, they wouldn't get it - like The Matrix. They wouldn't even begin to get that. I'm talking about back in time to like 1214 AD or something.

bb: You talk about this kind of stuff in gym?

Middle: Yeah, so...

bb: I still can't believe you have gym with girls...

Middle: ANYWAY, I said I would bring Jurassic Park to show them. I mean, can you imagine when they see the dinosaurs?

bb: And this has something to do with Earth Wind And Fire?

Middle: Yes! You know that scene when we don't see the dinosaur coming but we can see the vibration from its footsteps in the cup of water?

bb: Uh, yeah, so?

Middle: Well, Steven Spielberg said that he was inspired to shoot that after he was sitting at a traffic light next to a car with music so loud that it was vibrating his rear-view mirror, AND the music that was vibrating his rear-view mirror WAS EARTH WIND AND FIRE.
So. Full circle. Jurassic Park. Earth Wind And Fire.

bb: What year did you say you were going back to?




Please vote for his Cloverfield movie today, he has slipped back to 5th. Email me if you need details.

Thanks.