The Bucket Kicked the Rabbit
WARNING! THIS BLOG POST DISCUSSES THE DEATH OF AN ANIMAL (not Cookie) PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND THIS MATERIAL DISTURBING. Thank you.
Backtracking a bit, Alex and his young friends saved a rabbit with a broken neck last Monday (5/10)...and by "saved" I mean they put the morally wounded lepis in a bucket - one of MY BUCKETS, hence it became my sad duty to take the animal to Tails Wildlife Center for "treatment" (more like humane end of life arrangements)....rather than let the thing die most painfully, half-folded up in a bucket, put there by children who wanted to help.
MY BUCKET!
I said that already, I know. There are some who don't like rabbits, but me? I never gave a shit for flowers so rabbits don't bother me. I even had one as a pet when I was a kid. I told Alex not to touch the rabbit and I was pissed when I found out his friends took the initiative even after he warned them that his dad said to leave the animal alone.
By the end of the trip, the Alex and Michael got a special thanks from the workers at Tails...
NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS!!!
Tails is not what you think it is, unless you think it is our local animal shelter. Then it is exactly what you think it is.
Oooooh, I just think I came up with a great fund raising idea for Tails.
Uh, forget I said that.
Anyway, the boys were praised by the crew at Tails. Meanwhile I wrote them a small donation. I also donated my bucket. The poor bunny bled and pissed and shit in there. I want to forget most of this experience and the bucket would always stand as a sad reminder.
Now, catch up from the weekend
Friday - Iron Man 2. We took Family Movie Night on the road to see an actual movie in an actual movie theater. Alex was sick on Wed and Thurs (he even missed baseball practice Thurs) and it was 50/50 he'd even go to school on Friday. So happy he was doing better and wanted to see the flick. Great time. Fun movie. I think Favreau and RD Jr had a blast making this thing. What do I know? Could've been like making a puppet movie. You think it's a good idea until it turns all fuck-shit-dog. Just ask Matt and Tre or whoever they are...the South Park/Let's Make a Movie With Simulated Puppet Sex guys.
I still need to see that movie.
Sat - bills, did not drive a single bill to the post office. Rather, I walked while listening to Zappa's Waka/Jawaka. Pretty neat idea if I don't say so myself, and I do. Is that how that expression goes? Confession, Holy Mass and Family Monopoly later Saturday. More railroad drama. (See last Saturday's post if you don't know and for some reason give a crap about this and want to know what I am talking about) I bought the first railroad. Kim bought the next two. I bought the third one. Alex really wanted one railroad and I wanted both utilities. He had the Electric Company and I had Water Works. I said I would trade him the railroad I had for the Electric Company, but I told him (because last week he was always cheating to help his mom) I told him he had to agree that he could not turn around and sell the railroad to his mom. He agreed and we shook. We made the deal and he GAVE the fucking railroad to Kim.
Oh well. Mom is the shit. I won't deny it. And, they caught me in a loophole. I've got a feeling this is a lot like what goes on around Goldman Sacks. Stupid Sacks!
Yes I meant to spell it like that.
Sunday, more walking and Zappa listening in the morning. The boy and I had our Sunday feast while we watched A. Nieme stand on his head to beat the damned Sharks. I went for twilight golf in Sycamore and did ok.
Finally Kim and I were able to watch two movies together this weekend. Late Saturday we watched the Informant. Man Matt Damon is a fucking liar. Sunday we checked out this Kubrick documentary.
I think the time has come to have Spartacus as Family Movie Night. I hope Alex isn't disappointed that there is no seal for comic relief in this K. Douglas picture.
Backtracking a bit, Alex and his young friends saved a rabbit with a broken neck last Monday (5/10)...and by "saved" I mean they put the morally wounded lepis in a bucket - one of MY BUCKETS, hence it became my sad duty to take the animal to Tails Wildlife Center for "treatment" (more like humane end of life arrangements)....rather than let the thing die most painfully, half-folded up in a bucket, put there by children who wanted to help.
MY BUCKET!
I said that already, I know. There are some who don't like rabbits, but me? I never gave a shit for flowers so rabbits don't bother me. I even had one as a pet when I was a kid. I told Alex not to touch the rabbit and I was pissed when I found out his friends took the initiative even after he warned them that his dad said to leave the animal alone.
By the end of the trip, the Alex and Michael got a special thanks from the workers at Tails...
NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS!!!
Tails is not what you think it is, unless you think it is our local animal shelter. Then it is exactly what you think it is.
Oooooh, I just think I came up with a great fund raising idea for Tails.
Uh, forget I said that.
Anyway, the boys were praised by the crew at Tails. Meanwhile I wrote them a small donation. I also donated my bucket. The poor bunny bled and pissed and shit in there. I want to forget most of this experience and the bucket would always stand as a sad reminder.
Now, catch up from the weekend
Friday - Iron Man 2. We took Family Movie Night on the road to see an actual movie in an actual movie theater. Alex was sick on Wed and Thurs (he even missed baseball practice Thurs) and it was 50/50 he'd even go to school on Friday. So happy he was doing better and wanted to see the flick. Great time. Fun movie. I think Favreau and RD Jr had a blast making this thing. What do I know? Could've been like making a puppet movie. You think it's a good idea until it turns all fuck-shit-dog. Just ask Matt and Tre or whoever they are...the South Park/Let's Make a Movie With Simulated Puppet Sex guys.
I still need to see that movie.
Sat - bills, did not drive a single bill to the post office. Rather, I walked while listening to Zappa's Waka/Jawaka. Pretty neat idea if I don't say so myself, and I do. Is that how that expression goes? Confession, Holy Mass and Family Monopoly later Saturday. More railroad drama. (See last Saturday's post if you don't know and for some reason give a crap about this and want to know what I am talking about) I bought the first railroad. Kim bought the next two. I bought the third one. Alex really wanted one railroad and I wanted both utilities. He had the Electric Company and I had Water Works. I said I would trade him the railroad I had for the Electric Company, but I told him (because last week he was always cheating to help his mom) I told him he had to agree that he could not turn around and sell the railroad to his mom. He agreed and we shook. We made the deal and he GAVE the fucking railroad to Kim.
Oh well. Mom is the shit. I won't deny it. And, they caught me in a loophole. I've got a feeling this is a lot like what goes on around Goldman Sacks. Stupid Sacks!
Yes I meant to spell it like that.
Sunday, more walking and Zappa listening in the morning. The boy and I had our Sunday feast while we watched A. Nieme stand on his head to beat the damned Sharks. I went for twilight golf in Sycamore and did ok.
Finally Kim and I were able to watch two movies together this weekend. Late Saturday we watched the Informant. Man Matt Damon is a fucking liar. Sunday we checked out this Kubrick documentary.
I think the time has come to have Spartacus as Family Movie Night. I hope Alex isn't disappointed that there is no seal for comic relief in this K. Douglas picture.
posted by edP | 4:27 AM
1 Comments:
Definitely do the widescreen version. The pan and scan just doesn't do the social hypocracy justice Can you tell hubby took film classes at IU? and I believe we have it on DVD and videotape and laserdisc. Besides-- the scene where the two roman ladies are in the foreground and Sparticus is fighting for his life in the center in the background is one of the main "no pan and scan" models- because cropping it loses both of the women, and, the main reason for the scene in the first place. They basically chose him to fight and then they ignore him while he's fighting to the death. In the wide screen, you can tell they aren't paying any attention and in the pan and scan, they're off the screen and he's the center of focus. Okay-- off my soap box...
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