I started my vacation on Thursday. I was planning to get up first thing and get my plywood for the arcade cabinet and start cutting. I was woken up about 6:30 in the morning by rain. Damn. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'it will put my behind by a day or so, not a big deal.' I should learn not to have thoughts like that. I checked the weather channel website and the first sunny day without rain that will be coming up is the day I go back to work. In other words, it's supposed to rain on a fairly regular basis my entire vacation. Fuck. At least today was mostly ok, I got my brother to go to Lowes with me to get the plywood and a few odds and ends. It's supposed to rain a bit tonight/tomorrow morning but not much, I hope. I have the wood under a couple of plastic tarps outside and will start cutting panels tomorrow. Now my goal has gone from getting the cabinet built this weekend and loafing the rest of the week to getting the panels cut, the channel for the t-molding routed out in the side panels and all of the the panels primed. If I can get that much done I can finish it in a couple of days, getting it put together and painted. Oh well I guess I can spend all of that extra time playing Ultimate Spiderman, Grant Theft Auto, and other completely useless pursuits, which is fine by me.
I'm copying off my latest batch from Netflix. I got the first two DVD's of I, My, Me - Strawberry Eggs. It's the story of Male gym teacher Hibiki Amawa. The only school in town is run by an old sexist woman who doesn't believe men are compassionate or caring enough to be good teachers. So, with his landlady's help he dresses up as a woman and gets the job. You gotta love anime! I am also getting in the disks of Shogun, a miniseries from the 80's about a westerner living in feudal Japan, I think. I still haven't watched it and I only vaguely remember it when it was originally on, but I've heard it was good so I figured what the hell. I have to remember to put American Graffiti in my list. It's supposed to be one of the great American movies made by the great George Lucas. You know him, the Star Wars guy, before he became a one trick pony of course. It seems that now Mr. Lucas's idea of movie making involves dumping copious amounts of dazzling special effects on an audience in the mad hope they won't notice the script is nothing more than a steaming pile of dog crap. If the Star Wars prequels didn't prove that, go and watch Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I was so disappointed in that movie I took it personally and I want Mr. Lucas himself to give me my money back. Sorry, but Indiana Jones chasing after aliens from the Rosewell crash just, well, sucked. It was like Indiana Jones meets the Sci-Fi channel and it was the cinematic equivalent of trying to jam a square peg in a round hole. It wasn't necessarily that horrible, but it just wasn't Indiana Jones. So, I shall only count the first thee movies in the official Indiana Jones category and mentally burry the latest (and hopefully last) installment. What really gets me is the fact I went with my brother to see it the day after I went just to inflict pain on someone else out of spite. Now in retaliation I have to sit through Speed Racer this week. Shoot me now, it will be less painful.
I'm copying off my latest batch from Netflix. I got the first two DVD's of I, My, Me - Strawberry Eggs. It's the story of Male gym teacher Hibiki Amawa. The only school in town is run by an old sexist woman who doesn't believe men are compassionate or caring enough to be good teachers. So, with his landlady's help he dresses up as a woman and gets the job. You gotta love anime! I am also getting in the disks of Shogun, a miniseries from the 80's about a westerner living in feudal Japan, I think. I still haven't watched it and I only vaguely remember it when it was originally on, but I've heard it was good so I figured what the hell. I have to remember to put American Graffiti in my list. It's supposed to be one of the great American movies made by the great George Lucas. You know him, the Star Wars guy, before he became a one trick pony of course. It seems that now Mr. Lucas's idea of movie making involves dumping copious amounts of dazzling special effects on an audience in the mad hope they won't notice the script is nothing more than a steaming pile of dog crap. If the Star Wars prequels didn't prove that, go and watch Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I was so disappointed in that movie I took it personally and I want Mr. Lucas himself to give me my money back. Sorry, but Indiana Jones chasing after aliens from the Rosewell crash just, well, sucked. It was like Indiana Jones meets the Sci-Fi channel and it was the cinematic equivalent of trying to jam a square peg in a round hole. It wasn't necessarily that horrible, but it just wasn't Indiana Jones. So, I shall only count the first thee movies in the official Indiana Jones category and mentally burry the latest (and hopefully last) installment. What really gets me is the fact I went with my brother to see it the day after I went just to inflict pain on someone else out of spite. Now in retaliation I have to sit through Speed Racer this week. Shoot me now, it will be less painful.