Gunning for Spring

Well, winter finally lifted her skirt a little bit and let a very sickly spring peek out yesterday. It’s apparently only a two day preview as temperatures are supposed to plunge tomorrow but we could actually walk around without scarves and gloves for the first time in what seems like an entirely too long a time. The warm weather also brought rain for the first time in months which thankfully didn’t evolve into the white stuff overnight. In a truly startling development the ice tunnel at the bottom of the highway from hell didn’t freeze either. Dare I hope?

Wingman and Cali-Daughter Enjoying the Sun in L.A. Yesterday

Weather is certainly not a problem for Cali-Daughter and the Wingman. They reported in from L.A. “suffering” through a heat wave. I could hear a little self-satisfied lilt in her voice when we discussed my delight at temperatures above forty degrees around here. Now they’re finally both in the same place for a little bit of time they plugged into the heartbeat of the L.A. lifestyle over the past few days.

The Backs of Their Heads on Comedy Central

We were instructed to DVR a show on late night Comedy Central appropriately titled, @midnight. They scored a couple tickets to the show’s taping and were sitting in the front row. All we could see were the backs of their head when we saw the show yesterday but still, kinda cool.

Action movie from the director of one of my favorite movies, Taken, I’m in as my wife and I went to see The Gunman last night. A Sean Penn vehicle in which he tries to follow Neeson’s footprints into middle aged kick assery. Penn, one of the least likable actors around, struggles to be someone you can root for here. He obviously got himself in great shape for his role, obviously taking the Stallone process of heavy P.E.D. use. Unfortunately this meant he felt the need to take his shirt off in nearly every scene, even in the middle of a gun fight. We get it Sean, you worked your ass off but get over yourself.

Meanwhile back in the slip shod plot Penn (also a co–writer) managed to shoe horn in the predictable ultra-evil multi-national corporation while he surfed the yet undiscovered beaches of war torn Congo. This film lacked the relentless pace which made the first Taken so enjoyable. Events would start build up and then come to a screeching halt as we had to let Penn emote about his choices in life and a recurring headache. He would have been better advised to not take himself so seriously, channel a little bit of his inner-Spicoli and have some fun with the role.

Front Yard This Morning - Finally Some Progress

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