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| My "Twin" and I a Few years Ago |
So today’s the ole day of my birth – a
date lost in the distant mists of time. It also marks the only day of the year
that both my sister and I are the same age, in terms of years – a day we always
refer as “twin day”. I have it on very good authority that my arrival
absolutely devastated her first birthday party. Thankfully over the years she has
forgiven me my poor arrival timing. Birthdays are a little stranger as you get
older – they certainly seem to roll around with a lot more alacrity than before.
Mid-week birthdays are the worst because they restrict the amount of
celebrating allowed – at least until I retire. I plan on assuaging that
restriction in a serious manner on the approaching Saturday with my annual
birthday pub crawl. If you are in Keene on Saturday afternoon please do not run
over the gray haired crawlers. I’ve been receiving birthday messages from friends
around the world in a variety of formats and if you’re reading this please know
that I truly appreciate the thought.
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| The FBR Slept Through this One |
I just polished off Lee Child’s latest
jack Reacher novel, Midnight Line. This was a lot more like the Reachers
of old where he’s not part of a multi-novel arc but a straight forward story of
Jack’s wanderings and the subsequent justice he imposes on the unfortunate evil
doers who cross his path. He runs across a West Point ring in a lonely pawn
shop and is determined to trace it back to its owner to insure she is okay.
This is bad news for the biker gangs and drug ring who don’t want to help. The story
is set in CJ Box country in an isolated corner of Wyoming where the distances
involved are an integral part of the story. The only problem, the same one I
have with all Reacher novels, is that I read the damned thing too fast.
Date night last evening had my bride
and I watching Daddy’s Home 2 because even semi-successful comedies get a retread
these days. I enjoyed the first movie as Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg squared
off as competing dad/stepdad. I have to give the filmmakers credit for at least
changing the dynamic up by importing Mel Gibson and John Lithgow to play the
older generation of fathers. There were some funny moments, mostly owned by
Ferrell, as the blended family attempts a Christmas together. Gibson’s character
comes across as a psychopath and completely unfunny so maybe he was typecast.
The sledgehammer product placement of a major movie theater franchise did not
help or make any sense. In the end it just wasn’t that funny and a little painful
to sit through.
The Bad Cinema project count rises to #56
out of 100, with War of
the Robots, yet another Italian sci fi flick about interstellar combat with the
most boring battle ever staged.
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