|
And now I feel I have to explain that...
You see, the location has a large fire pit. The troop took advantage of that to perform a flag retirement ceremony. It's the only way a real American gets rid of the flag. Anyway, the flags we retired were...quite large. And the flames ended up reaching about 20-30 feet in the air. And the douchbag residents of some condo complex (probably a bunch of commies who invaded from the west coast), called the fire department on us.
Thankfully, the fire department men were good, red-blooded Americans who understood that we were scouts and thus knew how to safely and responsibly handle fire.
|
|
Speaking of filthy commies...
I hear that plenty of people in Hollywood are having conniptions about the whole Netflix buying WBD thing. I admit, I'm not to happy about it myself. It's sad to see one of the old-school big studios fall this way. However, they brought it on themselves by being idiots.
|
|
I heard part of that Netflix deal was if the sale doesn't go through, for whatever reason (like government bureaucrats throwing a hissy fit), then Netflix has to pay WBD $5 billion. Of course, I don't think that's even a drop in the bucket of the debt WBD has, so I'm not sure if they'd be much better off.
|
|
Anyway...last night, just for giggles, I watched the Solomon Kane movie. I actually own it on bluray, but this was streaming on Amazon so the sound was a little better.
It's not exactly what I pictured a Solomon Kane movie to look like when I first saw it years ago, but it's still a kick ass movie and decent origin story.
|
|
Seriously, though? How hard is it to adapt REH stories? I mean, sure, Hollywood is filled with a bunch of pansy commies who've been emasculated. Sad little film school and college writing majors who think they know what struggle is and how to write compelling stories that appeal to men.
Or, let's face it, write compelling stories that appeal to almost anyone.
|
|
On a more humorous note….
It drove the wife crazy, once upon a time, when I would buy bookshelves without caring if the colors matched. In a mostly futile effort to make her less likely to complain (she is, after all, a wife), I did my best to have all the bookshelves in the front room match. They even matched the desk I used to have in there.
However, cleaning up the place today, I realized the most recent shelf I purchased was a slightly different shade of brown. With the light off, you can’t really tell. With the light on though….it now cannot be unseen.
Heh heh heh. And I didn’t even do it intentionally.
|
|
On the other hand, I had been considering buying new bookshelves for the upstairs. I had hoped to buy some IKEA Billy Bookcases that might come close to matching the grey-ish desk we have up there.
I thought I had found such a shade of shelf on their website, but after today’s discovery, I know that is not the case. Ah well. I might order them anyway. Just because I need the shelf space.
|
|
I was talking with my mother, and she was lamenting the Saints were losing. She further lamented they’d only won something like two games this year.
I asked her what she expected? The Saints have always had more bad than good seasons. And they always will while they remain stuck in that cesspool of a city, in a cesspool of a state, run by the same corrupt power structure that has plagued them for well over 100 years. It’s why I got out of there. First to Pennsylvania, which was okay for awhile. Now to Texas, which is vastly superior to anywhere else I’ve lived. Granted, considering where I’ve lived that’s not much of a challenge.
|
|
Forgot to mention….
The other day I had a Facebook memory of sharing something with Fawtly’s very own Monkey (whom I seem to have angered at some point). It was a picture of an octopus shaped light. It once again put me in mind of those long gone days of glory, when FAWTLY was still a thing.
And now I’ve got The Way We Were coursing through my brain. Always sung by Barbara Streisand. Always.