on June 30th, 2008 by mark
Because this post about Wall-E is as elegant as the movie itself and I am humbled, shamed and proven wrong about my analysis of the “green factor” by James’s deft comments. Read his review. Plus: No spoilers. It’s grand.
He’s right about Ratatouille, too. That film was so meaningful, so tight and so utterly perfect. Nevermind that it was about food and wine (which made me love it more), just understand that it was a film that had a better script than most Ivory Merchant productions (is that hard to do?).
I love my craft–and I’ve been busy all day on two local news stories. But I tell you it’s when I read authors like Lileks, who’ve made blogging, column writing and commentary into a true art form, that I get even more excited and want to sit down and scribble away at my clunky little blog.
Fourth of July coming up. In strictly celebratory terms, it’s a holiday I love for its historical importance. But, as a dog owner, I don’t love it. Scoop goes mad with the popping and booming and thundering and he shakes and looks at you as though the world is going to end right now and what are you going to do about it, huh? WHAT?!
I can’t take it. We’ve taken to sedating him each year, but much like coffee makes one a wide-awake drunk, I think all the sedative does is make Scoop a drowsy worrier. It doesn’t stop him worrying and it doesn’t necessarily put him to sleep. It merely renders him incapable of having a true physical response should something bad actually happen. Stranger at the door? I’ll bark, but I can’t actually do anything about it. My legs feel like the stuff in the middle of those Snausages you give me.
The past couple of years I’ve turned the radio on for him. NPR. I figure, if I cannot calm him down with chemicals, perhaps I can bore him to death. I think he actually likes it. He feels like its company in the house. He’s always been rather uncomfortable with an empty house. As aloof as he is, and he is the most aloof dog I know, he likes to know you’re there. He wants the comfort of knowing you’re in the house. Then, seemingly, he can trundle off to bed and be happy-dreaming contently knowing someone else is in charge. This of course does not at all argue for the Alpha-dog behavior he constantly exhibits, whether sitting on my feet and turning his back to me or staring at me from across the room for fully 30 minutes while I watch T.V. I used to get unnerved by that, now it’s just annoying.
Vacation Bible School, run by my dear wife, continues to go well. Tonight’s lessons were all about the Midianites. I had the night off, so I brought the Mac up and worked on a story for the paper. Meanwhile, tomorrow night, I get to play King Nebuchadnezzar. I don’t know why the Veggie Tales VBS felt it had to pull out is “unpronounceable names from the Bible” program, but there it is. Do the kids remember? Sort of. They got Moses pretty well, but that’s only two syllables. Nebuchadnezzar? We shall see….
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It is better than Shadrach, Meschach and Underthebedwego.