Family Movie Night: My wife often designates Friday or Saturday as “Family Movie Night.” She wants all five of us to watch, say, Frozen or Tangled or whatever, because this is a “family” activity. It’s too much. Five minutes of kid movie engagement and my cerebellum begins to rub and grind against the lower realms of my inner skull as the badness of movie inevitably chases me to another corner of the house.
Parent Trap vs. The Corpse Exhibition: Weekend comes again, Terry cues up Parent Trap and says, “Just once, for us, sit for an entire movie.” I compromise, take The Corpse Exhibition, by Iraqi Hassan Blasim, and as the movie starts I begin the first story: terrorists display corpses in artistically and macabre ways to provoke infidels. Good stuff, but before I can begin the next story I get involved in the story of these two girls, one from England, the other from California, they end up at the same camp, one girl has an only mom, the other… an only dad! Gee. So I spend the rest of the movie shouting out plot “twists” right to the end. My first complete “Family Movie Night.”
Bossy Girls: In our house politically correct fluff is not banned but ridiculed. The girls revisited “Ban Bossy” when Ava to Gia discussed one of their school mates, Gia said, “I told you Girl X was bossy.” And Ava gave the perfect response, “You’re right, she is bossy!” Go girls! You’re learning.
Baseball Hating Wife: Terry either finds baseball triple B (BBB = boring beyond belief), she flat out hates it, and always expresses the same annoyances every baseball season, stuff like, “You’re watching again? Wasn’t there just a game on yesterday?” Every year her company’s San Francisco office takes them to a Giants baseball game, so guess what happens the one game a year she watches? Tim Lincecum throw a no-hitter. Grr.