Tomb Raider

This blog, although several other interesting things happened this week, may be entirely about the movie Tomb Raider 2: Pandora's Box

We are about halfway through the movie right now, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the world is saved from impending doom.

It's almost like a James Bond movie for women. It has the british accents, the cunning bad guy, motorcycle chases, rock music, disposable bad guys, really awesome but not so necessary explosions, the stereotypical helper agents that get kilt off, the rekindled love story between some old friend and the main character... yea, you get the picture. The thing is though, I can't realistically see Angelina Jolie doing fight scenes like she does - it's like she's too slow or uncoordinated or something, she doens't seem to have the killer instinct in any area except for the facial expressions. Then again, if I were a man fighting someone as smokin' hot as Angelina Jolie, I would probably let her win too.

But yeah, James Bond for women - I'm not a huge fan of Bond, and I think it's good that they have a woman doin' it now. I woulnd't be surprised if Lifetime started airing it.
Not a Lifetime time diss or anything - it's a great channel - didn't they come up with unsolved mysteries or oprah or somethin like that?

Oh - I'm no longer going to Bolivia. They're having a revolution down there, and there's people running around the capitol building holding sticks of dynamite, and the president just resigned for the second time. First of all, how do you resign twice? Maybe it was April fool's day when he resigned the first time. Who knows.

But anyway, there's political turmoil which, starting as political turmoil often means ending in violent turmoil so we found another country to go to. Ecuador. It's on the Equator. Imagine that.

It should be pretty good - I read a book by kurt vonnegut about ecuador called Galapagos. Or rather, I started a book by kurt vonnegut and finished the better part of it before something distracted me from it. Galapogos was a good book, he always writes well, and loves to include irony.

Galapagos is one of the places (an island) Charles Darwin visited during the Beagle's Voyage, while he was thinkin bout that whole evolution deal. And for whatever reason (didn't finish the book) these people got stranded on Galapogos and the rest of the world sort of died (i skipped that part), and one of the people on the cruise ship that was stranded there had a furry baby that was seal-like (must be evolution at work) and hardly a sentient being, and then humanity sort of "evolved" into a furry swimming seal race after that.

hmm so this blog definitely isn't just about tomb raider. Ya know, i wrote somethin down in my notebook during driving class this week that would be good for my blog. I can't seem to find my notebook now, so it'll have to wait for awhile.

Driving class, by the way was downright painful at times. We watched movies from late eighties/early nineties... and you know you can't expect them to be cool, mainly because of the weird crap that was in style back then. There was one video in particular that was especially cheesy even for instructional videos. It involved this white guy who had a butt cut (hair parted to both sides fyi) the person drinks the orange stuff and gives a smile that could make a man's hair curl. and had the facial expressions that were straight out of one of those south beach diet commercials where a person drinks the orange stuff and then smiles one of those smiles that makes me gag.

I can't write right now 'cause my lil brother is botherin me so I will resume after a few Nirvana songs

[Intermission]

Okay, i think I'm okay now. anyway, the guy with the butt cut and this other black guy and an asian girl and a white girl (it must be fair to all minorities, and I'm assuming one of them was jewish) all do this music video thing where they sing about buckling up. And about No-Zones. They even lip sync-d (how do you spell that?), and were just incredibly off. It was like Milli Vanilli all over again... except not.

Also during the driving class, we learned that if you see a person walking that has a white cane with a red tip, you have to stop for them 'cause they're probably blind. I'm assuming that if they are just carrying a cane that is neither white or has a red tip, you're free to run them over. Funny world we live in.

That's all for tonite, i think i'm going to go watch forrest gump.

dana and me
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This is the cool green bridge we had to cross on the way to our cabins
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Camp Lee the Second Time Around

Finally! i am down at my computer creating a new blog.

sorry about the delay brad.

Well I just got back from Camp Lee and I feel better than I have felt in a very long time. I slept for an eternity today, and I had very strange dreams featuring all the people from Jubilee shores. I feel so motivated and so good right now, that there are not enough hours in the day to do all that I want to do. Which reminds me that I need to e-mail dana. okay - I sent the e-mails to dana and jeremy and jay. *sigh of satisfaction*.

Julia just told me that my blog was deep, and so now i feel pressure to write a deep post. gee thanks. lol

I think I would like to talk about Camp Lee. It's a big camp, and the boy and girl cabins are pretty far away from each other, which i think is not by coincidence. The Ark is at the lowest part of a camp, and it's the worship center and also where we have morning watch. I love the ark because it's big and air conditioned. David is the name of the lead worshiper and the percussion guy on the bongo's name was dan or something. David did a wonderful job this year, but i think he had some help from the big man upstairs. During the first song, God's presence would fall down over the Ark like the dew falls at dusk. I don't mean to be poetic, but that's what it was like. If you can imagine the comfortable, safe, carefree feeling of the womb, i think that's what it is like.

After worship and the speaker had finished, we'd go travel [by travel i mean walk, unless you could bribe wes's dad to drive you up] up the gravel road past the long part of the lake, up the beginnings of a mountain, across a cool green bridge over a creek, and then up the rest of the mountain to out cabin. I think they put the cabin that far out for two reasons. It's very far away from the girl's cabin, and the cabin is very uncomfortable... the beds, the floor, the showers - everything, so they figured that if they made you hike a mile or so uphill to get there, it would seem more hospitable upon arrival.

After trying to sleep in the creaky beds with 20 other kids screaming mama jokes and farting profusely... you'd take a cold shower [unless you woke up earlier than everyone else, or as i did, much later he he] and go down to breakfast. the mess hall is on the opposite side of the road from the lake and has a comfortable front porch with benches, fans, rocking chairs, and it usually has assorted lazy counselors also.

there's always a long line at all of the meals, and, being at church camp, the food must always be blessed, so someone must volunteer to pray. the motivation for praying? that person gets to be first in a very long line after praying.

there's another road that goes along the lake for a couple hundred yards that takes you to the pool with really springy diving boards, and it has a bridge that goes over a dam. If you go down that dam and follow a stream, you come to a waterfall with a small pool at the bottom, partially hidden so that most people who walk near it don't see it. this is where i had my quiet time.

that is about all i have to say about camp lee, although i'll think of something to say later.

I'd like to thank all my friends from camp lee and from church for such a wonderful time that we got to spend together, and I wish I could have stayed for longer.

so long