Day one of a threatened three-day heat wave is behind us. Huzzah, because it was a little like being an ant under a magnifying glass. The older I get, the more interesting I find the weather, and judging from the Weather Channel demographics, it’s a thing; we all know old people can watch the radar all day. Yesterday, a big bruise of a storm marched across the Mitten, right down I-96. It was already pretty hot, but the storm brought a little relief, but not for long; it had a hot comet’s tail behind it. Driving home from Lansing Monday, the storm having cleared the east coast of the state (but not for long), I heard the temperatures — Detroit 76, Lansing 80, Holland, over there in West Dutchistan, 90.
Ninety-five or so today, so I got my workout in early, riding for an hour at 5:30 a.m. The things you see at that hour: Newspaper delivery people, insomniacs, impossibly early risers, lots of bunnies. It didn’t seem very hot until I got home, when, robbed of the cooling breeze, my head went off like a sprinkler.
Eh, all I had to do is take out the trash — it’s not like I needed opera gloves.
So, let’s go to the bloggage, because I’m t’ard:
I found even the trailer excruciating. Imagine what it was like to actually watch, and review, “That’s My Boy.” Eric Zorn found out — about the reviewing, anyway:
Eric D. Snider, Film.com: I exited the theater …. my spirit broken, my optimism shattered, my soul reborn under a thick, cynical shell. (It’s a) putrid comedy (featuring many examples of its) rancid screenplay’s festering laziness….Somehow stretched to an excruciating 116 minutes in length, the film offers seven or eight genuinely clever lines, but they are drowned out by the braying, pointless stupidity that surrounds them.
More at the link. Funny.
But when it comes to excruciating entertainment, can you really beat “Stars Earn Stripes?” It features Todd Palin. Gotta see the picture at the link; it’s like an asshole Avengers.
Man, I’m whipped. Let’s get through Hump Day, and cruise on into the back half of things.