Ah, the movie Armaggedon. You know the movie you watched over and over again when you were younger, and you and your friends watched it at every sleepover, quoting it all night long even after it was over? Well, maybe you don't, but I certainly do...Armaggedon. Perhaps the most epic disaster movie splashed with comedy ever made. It's on TV pretty much every other week now, just to remind me that I'm getting older, and I just have to stop and watch it every time.
Favorite scenes:
1. Leavin' On a Jet Plane, sung by the most random concoction of characters ever. Recently reprised by the Gallery of Heroes cast while constructing the set a few weeks ago, this rendition regrettably has not made it to the top of the Billboard charts. Off key harmony is where it's at, and those fellows had it in abundance. Loved it.
2. "This is how we fix problems...in...RUSSIAN...SPACE...STATION!!! Lev is the most likeable self-serving son-of-a-gun to ever walk. Other memorable quotes include, "NOW I AM REALLY A RUSSIAN HERO!!!" And if you're wondering if the caps are necessary, yes. Yes they are. This is how he delivers all of his lines, with extreme urgency.
3. "We cannot use your U.S. Air Force Personnel Only Drill Time Card...who wrote this thing anyway?" Harry Stamper lays down the law like no other, even when there is a nuclear bomb ticking away feet from him. And no protocol following hard ass Colonel is going to stop him.
There are many more scenes, but I might as well just post the script if I were to include them all. In short, favorite nostalgia movie ever!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Stanley Cup Playoff Time
If you know anything about me, you know that my spare time (admitedly, this may only be a few minutes a day) is now mostly spent supporting my pens in their march for the cup. I also find time to root for Ryan Miller and the Sabs, but this will only last until they see the Pens in a series. Then I will root for four 1-0 wins by the Pens, with the four neccessary goals being scored in ways that will not make Ryan Miller appear to be anything less than brilliant.
Right now, the hated opponent is the Ottawa Senator. Namely, Andy Sutton. Are you serious Andy? You think we didn't remember you leveling Pascal Dupuis, Pittsburgh Hero, a few months back? In case you don't know, we pens fans do not approve of seeing the blood of our heros being shed on the ice, and those responsible do not fare well going forward. No matter that Leopold has been a Penguin for less than half of the season, he is ours now, and we love him. So that head shot? Yeah Andy, bad move. You are now a marked man. Have you met our friend Max? You will. Or Brooks Orpik? You are about to experience his soul-sucking stare. Trust me, the Pens are a team who looks out for their own. You'll get yours, most likely in the form of an early exit from the playoffs. GO PENS.
Short post, but true story.
Right now, the hated opponent is the Ottawa Senator. Namely, Andy Sutton. Are you serious Andy? You think we didn't remember you leveling Pascal Dupuis, Pittsburgh Hero, a few months back? In case you don't know, we pens fans do not approve of seeing the blood of our heros being shed on the ice, and those responsible do not fare well going forward. No matter that Leopold has been a Penguin for less than half of the season, he is ours now, and we love him. So that head shot? Yeah Andy, bad move. You are now a marked man. Have you met our friend Max? You will. Or Brooks Orpik? You are about to experience his soul-sucking stare. Trust me, the Pens are a team who looks out for their own. You'll get yours, most likely in the form of an early exit from the playoffs. GO PENS.
Short post, but true story.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
It's only wednesday?
It's only Wednesday, and I have already accomplished two, count 'em, TWO spectacular falls. Here are their stories:
Some background on fall number one. Until my new lease starts, my parents have graciously allowed me to bunk up in their basement for 3 weeks, thus allowing me the time I need to thoroughly wash and clean everything I own from being in the building of smoke for 5 months. This, needless to say, involves loads upon loads of laundry. Also, if you know me, you know it is impossible for me to accomplish any sort of task without music playing in the background. Music is necessary to distract me from the task at hand, and to prompt spontaneous dance parties.
So. I'm downstairs, surrounding by piles of clothing for the washer, and I say to myself, "Hey, self, you should put on some music. There's a load of clothes upstairs that you just folded, you need to put those away, so crank up the jams!" I answered myself, "What a great idea! Let me just grab my laptop!" Laptop found, I plug it into the outlet on the wall. Problem number one - I will need the floor to set my clothes, where shall I put my laptop? I know! On my bed! On the other side of the room! Excellent. Let me just stretch the cord out nice and straight, about 10 inches off of the ground...ah, perfect. Got the music under control.
Now where is that load of laundry....upstairs. Ok, I'll go get it. Whoops, gotta step over this cord here, don't want to unplug the laptop. I run upstairs, grab the laundry, do the "laundry gimp" down the stairs, ensuring that I don't lose any of the socks during the trek, and enter my room to see the perfect spot to set my folded laundry down. I head that way, with a purpose, which is how I always walk, until.....BOOM. Music cuts off, folded clothes go everywhere, and there I sit, tangled in a laptop power cord that until very recently had been plugged into the wall. Great.
But that's ok, one huge fall a week is usually my quota, so at least that was out of the way by Monday evening. BUT WAIT!
Usual transition from "Lindy Lindy" to the Amelia Earhart scene: I deliver my exit line: (WOMAN ONE screams and runs offstage). **Sidenote** I hate that part. **Back to the story** I then run off stage right, throw off my beret, continue to run behind the projector, throw on my leather jacket and scarf, take a quick swig of water, then enter stage left for my scene. In about 15 seconds. Usually not a problem.
TODAY'S transition from "Lindy Lindy" to the Amelia Earhart scene: I deliver my exit line. I still hate it. I run off stage right, throw off my beret, continue to run behind the projector, step on Jim's coat on the floor, and instead of running behind the projector, my feet slide out from under me, I hit the floor like a ton of bricks, and slide about 5 feet INTO the projector, knocking it about a foot from it's position. Wonderful! As I'm getting to my feet, laughing hysterically (because let's face it, I fall often enough that if I don't find it funny, I'm going to be one unhappy person) I notice that neither Brendan or Adam is laughing. They are looking at me as though worried I might not be able to stand. I get up, still laughing, imagining what it must have looked like for them to be looking at me like that. Brendan readjusts the projector, now laughing himself, I throw on my jacket and scarf, skip my swig of water because I am now out of time, take a last look at Adam, who is also now laughing, and enter stage left for my scene.
I may have bruises tomorrow...
Some background on fall number one. Until my new lease starts, my parents have graciously allowed me to bunk up in their basement for 3 weeks, thus allowing me the time I need to thoroughly wash and clean everything I own from being in the building of smoke for 5 months. This, needless to say, involves loads upon loads of laundry. Also, if you know me, you know it is impossible for me to accomplish any sort of task without music playing in the background. Music is necessary to distract me from the task at hand, and to prompt spontaneous dance parties.
So. I'm downstairs, surrounding by piles of clothing for the washer, and I say to myself, "Hey, self, you should put on some music. There's a load of clothes upstairs that you just folded, you need to put those away, so crank up the jams!" I answered myself, "What a great idea! Let me just grab my laptop!" Laptop found, I plug it into the outlet on the wall. Problem number one - I will need the floor to set my clothes, where shall I put my laptop? I know! On my bed! On the other side of the room! Excellent. Let me just stretch the cord out nice and straight, about 10 inches off of the ground...ah, perfect. Got the music under control.
Now where is that load of laundry....upstairs. Ok, I'll go get it. Whoops, gotta step over this cord here, don't want to unplug the laptop. I run upstairs, grab the laundry, do the "laundry gimp" down the stairs, ensuring that I don't lose any of the socks during the trek, and enter my room to see the perfect spot to set my folded laundry down. I head that way, with a purpose, which is how I always walk, until.....BOOM. Music cuts off, folded clothes go everywhere, and there I sit, tangled in a laptop power cord that until very recently had been plugged into the wall. Great.
But that's ok, one huge fall a week is usually my quota, so at least that was out of the way by Monday evening. BUT WAIT!
Usual transition from "Lindy Lindy" to the Amelia Earhart scene: I deliver my exit line: (WOMAN ONE screams and runs offstage). **Sidenote** I hate that part. **Back to the story** I then run off stage right, throw off my beret, continue to run behind the projector, throw on my leather jacket and scarf, take a quick swig of water, then enter stage left for my scene. In about 15 seconds. Usually not a problem.
TODAY'S transition from "Lindy Lindy" to the Amelia Earhart scene: I deliver my exit line. I still hate it. I run off stage right, throw off my beret, continue to run behind the projector, step on Jim's coat on the floor, and instead of running behind the projector, my feet slide out from under me, I hit the floor like a ton of bricks, and slide about 5 feet INTO the projector, knocking it about a foot from it's position. Wonderful! As I'm getting to my feet, laughing hysterically (because let's face it, I fall often enough that if I don't find it funny, I'm going to be one unhappy person) I notice that neither Brendan or Adam is laughing. They are looking at me as though worried I might not be able to stand. I get up, still laughing, imagining what it must have looked like for them to be looking at me like that. Brendan readjusts the projector, now laughing himself, I throw on my jacket and scarf, skip my swig of water because I am now out of time, take a last look at Adam, who is also now laughing, and enter stage left for my scene.
I may have bruises tomorrow...
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