Yeeeouch! Jeff Roberts - May 2, 2007 Yeeeouch! Just thought I’d let you know that you fit nicely into this morning’s devotion about how even if you only break a small part of the law, you’ve broken the whole law and thus no matter how “good” you are, we all need Jesus bc even a little sin is a sin and sinners don’t go to heaven…eg, even if the light is only a little pink, it’s still breaking the law and ….. ...
Spiderman 3 is a boring mess. The story is a mishmash of plotlines, centering around the three (yes, THREE) villains – Goblin Jr., Sandman, and Venom. Overlong, the film languishes in its many plots, opening with Spidey wounding his friend Harry Osborne, now the reborn Green Goblin, then sauntering to the Sandman, and the Venom super-spidey suit. There’s no discernible momentum until Mary Jane calls it quits with Peter, who’s been quite an ass, though she herself has been a needy baggage for 4 reels. In any case, this sets off a battle between Harry and Peter, and FINALLY some action. Had the movie begun here and run for a tight 85 minutes, cutting out the Sandman character altogether, it would’ve been awesome. As it stands, this bloated ($300 million) mess has probably killed its franchise. ...
Oh, the movie was OK, I guess. I had low expectat… Jeff Roberts - May 6, 2007 Oh, the movie was OK, I guess. I had low expectations and a free ticket. Myself, I almost left before the previews were over. I know the movie was PG-13, just like the last Star Wars was, but surely they know there are going to be kids at a super hero movie?! I think I’ve about had it with the theater experience. ...
The Day After Tomorrow is a strangely compelling disaster flick tarring Dennis Quaid and Jake Gyllenhal. Quaid plays climatologist Jack Hall, who predicts a nightmarish return of an ice age if the world doesn’t wise up and stop pumping Carbon Dioxide into the atmosphere. Yeah, ‘bout that…looks like when Gaia gets pissed, she doesn’t take gradual measures. Over the course of a week, the weather rakes the Northern Hemisphere with globe-spanning ice hurricanes that flash-freeze everything. Millions die, with the small-scale human story of Hall and his son (Gyllenhall) framing the events. ...
I sequestered myself all weekend. It was wonderful! I’m lightly sunburned, but my grass is mowed and I rotated the tires and flushed the brakes on my car, as well as washing both of ’em. I organized the garage a bit, so I can (once again!) get both cars inside.
Getting both cars in the garage is as satisfying a… Jeff Roberts - Apr 1, 2007 Getting both cars in the garage is as satisfying as working oneself back into one’s “skinny jeans” :-) Indeed! Now, if we could just get ri… HarryC - Apr 1, 2007 @Jeff Indeed! Now, if we could just get rid of 1/2 the stuff in the garage and the attic above it…. ...
(In other news, my life now revolves around Kate Beckinsdale movies) I loved this movie the first time I watched it. It was called Tora, Tora, Tora and Thirty Seconds over Tokyo. Many of the supporting cast are an unexpected delight, particularly Cuba Gooding, Jr as Petty Officer Miller, and Jon Voight as President Roosevelt. The main love triangle…meh. Not plausible in the least. Additionally, yeah, a P-40 outmaneuvering six Zeros? Sure. :-)
Why is Jon Voight suddenly the man who must be hir… DavidJarvis - May 1, 2007 Why is Jon Voight suddenly the man who must be hired to play every historical figure? Roosevelt, Coach Rupp, the Pope … the list goes on and on.
Hrm…so, when using your snazzy power bleeder from bavarian automotive, you note the following: You’re unable to get the pressure in the bleeder past 10 psi, no matter how hard you pump the cylinder. You’re hearing a strange hissing, dripping sound You peer past the master cylinder and reservoir to note the large puddle of brake fluid pooling beneath your car. Sir, you have two alternatives: (A) You just asploded your 17-year-old master cylinder by pressurizing the system past the seal tolerance ...
Wow, I’m glad I’m not the only one who makes puddl… Jeff Roberts - Apr 1, 2007 Wow, I’m glad I’m not the only one who makes puddles on the driveway!
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YES!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!! Whitney - Apr 0, 2007 YES!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!
Sometimes, you just take a step…you don’t know if it’s the right one, and there’s really no way TO know. Next week should be interesting, to say the least.
How mysterious…I’ll put you down for an “unspoke… Jeff Roberts - Apr 0, 2007 How mysterious…I’ll put you down for an “unspoken” on my prayer list.
:-) Dear __________, We’re thrilled you’ll be taking part in the Susan G. Komen for the Cure drive. Your reservation for this worthwhile cause has been confirmed for the following date: May 8, 2007 Don Jacobs BMW Hehe…
How is it possible that I adored School Of Rock and liked Cheaper By the Dozen and yet, I hated Daddy Day Care? Some movies even alcohol can’t save. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for formulaic “family” comedy…I don’t know. There were many funny moments, but they lay at the periphery–Steve Zahn’s Marvin was a real treat as the Star Trek geek that “gets” kids and their thought patterns, and the scene where Phil’s traumatized by changing diapers was awesome. Also the central theme of the movie is awesome–do work that’s fulfilling, not what’s lucrative.
_ Black. Black like my mood. Black, the absence of color, yet hot, alive. Liquid black. It gives awareness, replacing stupor with its flowing life. It owns my thoughts. _
…is a good one :-) There’s a very vocal minority who read my blog just for the “What’s broken on his car today?” aspect. Not to disappoint: I came out of the office last Friday to see not only the usual weird-piece-hanging-down, but a whole buncha things hanging down. Looked under the car and it looked like the whole heat shield was loose. “Not a problem”, I thought. Bolt probably fell out or rusted through. Should be simple enough to fix. ...
Arr arr arr! Jeff Roberts - Apr 2, 2007 Arr arr arr!
Thank you for smoking is (nearly) pure satire, similar to the Tim Robbins pic Bob Roberts. It pokes fun at Big Tobacco (natch), but mainly, it skewers our victimization culture of poor education and worse parenting. It’s oddly flat, in the same way I found Bob Roberts flat–the central character is an anti-hero, so as the action ‘rises’, I found myself more depressed–we are that dumb as a nation. Yes, we do fall for straight lines like that. Yes, we’re eager to believe anyone who’ll tell us that the road to Nirvana is smoking a pack of cigarettes per day, chugging Coca-Cola, downing three meals of McDonalds, watching 10 hours of TV, and playing PS3 the remaining 12 hours of our impotent (in both senses) existence. ...