This is how we celebrate

Gas prices, plastic bag taxes… how about plundered seas, ravaged coasts, burnt towns, and destroyed lives?

Yeah, for some real grievances come to Claude Moore Park today at 10:30.
Public recitation of the Declaration of Independence.
You’ll recognize the reciter.

Capitalism at its finest?

Leaving for work five minutes late makes your drive 10 minutes longer.

Leaving for work 10 minutes late makes your drive 20 minutes longer.

Nowhere are the economic theories of Karl Marx ignored more stringently than on American highways.

I’m on vacation

I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. The funniest outgoing voicemail message I ever heard went like this…

This is XXXX. I’m on vacation. If this is an emergency, call someone who cares.

Pretty much, yeah.

Top Gun: Maverick

It was mildly annoying waiting two and a half weeks before I had a night free to see Top Gun: Maverick. Then again, I’ve been waiting for 36 years, so what’s another two weeks?

(Pause for effect.)

And for the second time this week (see Wendy’s strawberry Frosty)… worth the wait.

And this one’s even better than a Frosty.

Top Gun: Maverick is one of the best movies I have seen in a long time. Definitely worth the investment, too, of seeing it in the theatre.

A little cliched and predictable? Yeah, pretty much.

Did I mind?

Nah. This film has enough of, well, everything to make it awesome. It has good vs. evil, youth vs. age, man vs. machine, a sort-of Moneyball angle of old school vs. new. (Except in this one you root for the old school method, kind of like late-model Bond.) There’s also fast jets, a bitchin’ soundtrack, and a Tarantino level of cool.

Top Gun: Maverick is going to make the list for my forthcoming book, The 365 Greatest Movies and the Days You Should Watch Them. This will be the newest movie on the list, and the last one included.

Look for the other 364 this holiday season.

Stay tuned for details.

Strawberry Frosty brings it

Proof again that life keeps giving us things to enjoy (things to buy, really, but damn some of them are delicious), I did partake of the new Wendy’s strawberry Frosty this weekend.

Why it took them 53 years I couldn’t tell you, but yeah that thing is just pink heaven wrapped in polyethylene.

Nice job, Wendy’s.