Oh. My. GOD!!!
Holy mother of God, there's going to be a Point Break Sequel... ... I know! I know! It's just crazy enough to work. I mean, they already made an alternate universe Point Break where cars replaced the surfing, and trucks replaced the banks... ... but, replacing the cars that were replacing surfing with surfing!? It's a world gone mad.
Seriously though, I really hope that this movie not only happens, but happens with The Swayze and The One. Because that'd be bitchin'. Moreso if The Swayze was all bed ridden and sick but running the bank-robbing gang from behind closed doors, hoarding all the money to build a giant super-genius fortress with robotic guards and ninja monkeys to keep him safe. I think that's what kept the first Point Break from really being a Mega-Super Hit movie... not enough robots or ninja monkeys.
-Jon
A Night Away
I'm out and about tonight. Not in a social sense (although, that too), but in a "not at home" sense. It's kinda making me crazy. I've never really been one that gets tied to staying somewhere, be it Cleveland, the house I was in during middle and high school, the dorms, even the Burdick house wasn't about staying there as the people and stuff to do. I've always liked staying in hotels, even for a week at a time. Until, that is, recently.
I don't know if it's part of being in a near-marriage, or if it's just that I'm completely co-dependant (after looking it up it doesn't seem quite accurate... but, whatever... I'm tired and not willing to find a more appropriate term. Bite me), but I just don't like going to bed without her next to me. It's just not comfortable. Is it possible that this is love? Could it be that I have simply grown accustom to her rolling on top of me while we sleep, stealing the covers and pushing me over so that I can only occupy 2 feet of horizontal space on the bed? ... ... ... you know... now that I write all that out, it doesn't seem nearly as nice as I meant it... heh...
Seriously though, I do miss it, and will miss it tonight. Mostly, however, I miss the few minutes that we get every night we're together to make fun of the dog, chat for a few about whatever happens to be on my mind (tonight it was Iron Man and the full-on geek-chubby I have for that movie right now), and maybe a little full-on cuddle time (yes. I cuddle. What's it to you?) Fortunately I got the chat time, which I was honestly getting a little antsy about. Which is very atypical for me. Usually I'm the master of cool... ... or at least apathy, and I don't get worked up about shit to bad, but I was getting all sorts of anxious about not getting to talk to her. I guess it's a good thing that we're going to be married, eh?
And apropos of nothing, here are five cats that look like Wilford Brimly.
-Jon
Explination
My Fiancé, B, has often given me a little "friendly polite ribbing" (read: threatened to punch me right there in my face if I didn't stop soon) about my various rablings on about things that no one cares about. Which, I'll admit, is something that may happen once or twice an hour. I understand that. I get it. I ramble. I get all excited about things that no one else in the room even notices (the way water moves around in a container when I swirl it, numbers (not the show, the things we count with), how long someone can stay alive exposed to the vacuum of space, etc), and I start going... and going... and going. I'm like a geeky Energizer Bunny.
I've known a few people who get like that, but I don't really notice because usually I get just as caught up in whatever as the person rambling does... but finally, finally, someone explains it like I could never have done (THANKS WIL!!):
Not that my opinion means anything, you understand, but rambling on and on about things like this is the price of being a geek, and I regret nothing. NOTHING!
Truer words, my friends, were never spoken.
-Jon
Dissapointment…
- "Today has been a disappointing day for me. First I learned that I liked a Miley Cyrus song, then I had a conversation about being thrown out of an airlock."
- "Yeah... then I laughed like Elmer Fudd. ... ... .. baby, I love you."
-Jon
Excitement
Seriously. How old do you have to be to get excited about going garage sale-ing? I'm 28 years old, but I don't feel a day over 47, and today I'm going garage sale-ing. For fun.
-Jon
She's Just So Wonderful
How many people can say that they have a fiancé that will watch Live Free or Die Hard with them on a Friday night? Not many, that's how many.
But seriously, how completely awful is that movie? It's not as bad as Stealth (three time winner of the "Jon's Best Movie of the Year" award), but certainly not as good as Donald in Mathmagic Land (if you know where I can get a DVD of that, let me know, I crave it's Mathmagical goodness...). Really, John McClane is a fucking super-hero. In the last movie he flew, this time he got the everloving shit kicked out of him by Maggie Q then drove a car (needlessly) into an elevator shaft just to dangle for a while then watch her die. Later, he jumps not only onto the top of a moving semi-truck but also an F-35 fighter jet that was already in the process of crashing so he jumped onto a fallen freeway section that acted as a slide and "magical landing doesn't kill him" pad.
Although, the best parts are the sentimental moments at the end... where there's lots of middle-school style flirting going on between two ambulances using Dear John as a go-between. Seriously, they were one step shy of:
- John's Daughter: "Hey Dad! Could you go take that cute nerdy guy this note?"
- iMaMac: "OHMYGOD!!!! SHE WANTS ME TO CHECK YES OR NO IF I'LL BE HER BOYFRIEND!!! I'M GOING TO WRITE IN MAYBE JUST TO FUCK WITH HER!!!!!!!!"
- Daughter: MAYBE!?!?!? DAD!!!!!!!!!! MAKE HIM GIVE ME AN ANSWER!!!!!!
No. Really. They were almost there. And the writing I just made up in my half-asleep stupor? Better than 98% of the writing in the movie. However, they didn't waste any time getting to the needless and gratuitous violence, swearing (I watched the unrated version (read: R)), and the Bitchin-'Splosions™. So, I'm not complaining... it was, really, almost as wonderful and stupid as I hoped.
Also: I swore that I'd also mention that she did my laundry today. And I love her.
-Jon