This weekend was a rough weekend, even by twin-parent standards, there was a lot to do. In fact, I was so busy I didn’t have much opportunity to turn on the television. Which, for me, says a lot.
So, it goes without saying that if the TV can go long periods of time with no use, then we probably don’t see too many movies either. In fact, before the twins were born, we anticipated watching movies at home rather than in the theater so we signed up for Netflix where you choose your movies on-line and they mail a couple to you every time you send one back. I think we bought this service in April or May of 2005 prior to Andrea going on maternity leave. It’s been almost a year and we have watched a total of four movies. Right now, The Notebook and Napoleon Dynamite sit in our entertainment center (guess who picked The Notebook and who picked Napoleon Dynamite – my occasional mushy posts aside, I’m not really a Notebook kind of guy) and have been there for at least four or five months.
So, with all of this information, imagine my surprise when I turned on the radio this morning in the car on the way to work and they are discussing the Oscar winners from the previous night.
I had no idea the Oscar’s were even on. I have not seen one movie that was nominated for an Oscar (not even March of the Penguins because I hear a baby penguin dies and it’s the dad’s fault. I can’t take that kind of heart wrenching). I haven’t even heard of half the movies – including the winner for Best Picture – Crash.
So, my dream is simple. My dream is that one day I will have a three hour window of time to go to a movie theatre, buy a big tub of popcorn with extra butter and a large Mr. Pibb, and watch a move with all of the previews. Hell, right now I’d settle for an hour and a half in front of the TV watching Napoleon Dynamite, eating a bag of stale microwave popcorn, drinking a diet Hansen’s soda and fast forwarding through any scenes that look like they might not be relevant to the plot.
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