Sunday, December 27, 2009

Things I just do not get

Robin Thicke. He is a three time Grammy award winning musician, but I cannot for the life of me figure out why. It is like Tom Jones and Smokey Robinson and Justin Timberlake got blended in a gene splicer. He sings in this weird falsetto, looks like a hairy lounge lizard performer. I just don't get him. He is really the son of Alan Thicke, who is fabulously cheesy and I totally DO get.

Why little boys, or grown up ones for that matter, like Spider Man. I grew up reading my brothers comic books. I know the REAL Batman, not the campy one that George Clooney or Val Kilmer or Michael Keaton portrayed. I read all of the Spider Man comics he had. And cannot understand WHY anyone, Mary Jane especially, put up with that whiney indecisive sorry excuse for a superhero. He has these awesome powers, and yet is all "Oh noooo, someone I love might get huuuurt if I use them" or won't suck it up and tell MJ that he is Spidey, grow a set and tell her he loves her and let HER decide what she is willing to buy into or not. And yet, he is popular. My son has discovered him. It started with some of the boys in the neighborhood dressing up as Spidey for Halloween. Somehow he glommed onto him as interesting and now I can't even take him to Barnes and Noble without him finding EVERY single Spider Man comic, picture book or coloring book in the kids section. It is like he has his own version of Spidey sense.

Brussel sprouts. Tiny cabbages. I am just saying: BLECH.

How someone can hear "DO NOT DO XXXX" said in tone that most people who know me, and even some who don't, do not ignore, and ignore it. It has no power over a certain 3 year old sometimes. In fact, he will more likely turn and stand slightly taller and say "NO" to me. In the words of Marvin the Martian "He makes me sooooo angry". But this goes back to that whole burgeoning sense of self and understanding of cause and effect. That he does get. Stand up to The Mama, and you WILL lose that toy, TV time, or get a major time out in your room with no books.

What the hell Ray Liotta was thinking when he took the role in In the Name of the King. He can be such a good bad guy, but WOW this movie was bad. I mean, he attacked Jason Stratham with a bunch of books. BOOKS??? Spinning around him in the room, like a big literary tornado. Then four of them grabbed his arms and legs, one on each, holding him hostage. Seriously, what were they thinking when they wrote this script. "Hmmm, we need some really big, stunning end of the movie battle between Ray and Jason...what WILL we use, what will we use...HEY! The room is full of BOOKS. Let's get them to all fly off the shelves and spin around him in a maelstrom of leather and parchment. THAT IS SO COOL! And FIERCE!"

That is just a smattering of the things I have been pondering these past few days while we have been off. Christmas was great. Cooper totally got it. He was ready on Christmas Eve when I got him up from his nap and he immediately asked if Santa had come. Poor thing had to still go back to bed in four hours and sleep through the night before Santa was going to have come. Then his older brother Nick came over the next day which is always entertaining because Cooper adores him and Nick has no idea what to do with him.

Hope you all had a great holiday.


Jodi Anderson said...

I have to admit that I've learned to embrace the brussel sprout. I had this idea to find ways to like all of the vegetables that I didn't care for as a child. I eventually figured out that my mum (sorry, Mum) overcooked everything. It seems that roasting each of those vegetables was the answer to liking everything, even my most dreaded ... brussels sprouts. My mouth is literally watering as I type this because I had two dozen in the frige and I'm roasting them for dinner.

Chip said...

Spidey is cool. Period. Full stop.

However, the movies are crap. Spidey is NOT emo. He is a smart-ass, wise-cracking Elvis Costello listening butt-kicker. I still have those comics and if you reviewed them, you'd see this. Yes yes there was an angst ridden period, but that's because he was a teenager in the midst of all that change. Golly, a bit of psychodrama eh?

Peter Parker on the other hand is a whiney nebbish. He is who we all fear we are and Spidey is who we want to be. We want to be Bugs Bunny and fear we are Daffy Duck.

Read them again and you'll see I'm correct. Sort of like Clark Kent is the alter ego while Superman is the main personality.

Do NOT get me started on Bats.

Chip said...

Oh, and In the Name of the King was made by Uwle Boel (spell check!) who is the Undisputed Heavyweight King of Poo Movies.

He sold the movie as one thing and delivered another, as is his wont to do. C'mon, using the old sleestak costumes as the monster guys?

Why did the actors get involved in the movie? They signed contracts the realized is sucked. So they phoned in their parts.

Chip said...