Family Movie Night
My fingers collapse around my pen like soldiers tryin' to hold up a flag
[this and the next quote is of 'bullet holes' by dispatch]
I was at Panera Bread today. Emma says that I live there. I brought my cd player in to listen to my new radiohead cd and drink coffee while I wrote this blog. I sat down at a booth and listened to Warehouse while lines dwindled down, since everyone comes in around a quarter to 7. As I got up to order, my peaceful retreat was disrupted by two individuals who blatantly ignored the rule regarding your standing position in restaurant lines. They were thinking (not ordering) while standing right in front of the register. Normally one stands at least 10 feet away from the register until one decides what to order, which allows for those who know what they want [because they come here twice a week] to step in front and order quickly. It would have been rude for me to step beside them and try to order because of their proximity to the register (which normally denotes ordering). So they take their time, pointing and chattering about each item on the menu for a few minutes before ordering in broken engrish, which took another minute and a half, but then they realized that the hot sandwiches were under the "Hot Panini Sandwiches" label, so they had to reassess their order for another minute or two before they decided they did not want a hot sandwich. Finally, the transaction is completed when she tenatively hands over a $10 note for a $14.07 meal. *sigh* But I got my coffee and all was good.
It is a Saturday. Rain fell/is falling. Last night we had "family movie night." This is a strange behavioral pattern amongst The Hoover Household, but it folds out much like other family events do. First off, it takes at least an hour and many a shout of "come on let's go watch the movie" from parent and child alike. Then, once everyone is in the den, we must decide on a movie which we can all watch, that no one has seen recently, and that everyone likes. Needless to say, this process takes a very long time and narrows our 200+ movie selection down to about 5 movies that may or my not interest any of us. At this point, we bicker about the pros and cons of each movie until an aggravated parent picks one arbitrarily and begins the movie. But wait! hannah has to get popcorn out of the microwave and drew's phone is ringing and mom has to turn the stove off and put the dogs up. and dad's like I don't care I'm starting the movie! So this ritual usually takes up the entire night from 6 - 11 with the movie lasting less than two hours of that five hour period.
I've gone to shorten my road
With a fistful of matches but nothin to strike
My dad really enjoys buying used movies. I think this is a minor hobby of his. Sometimes he comes home from work and he'll have a bag of movies from EB Games (they are really cheap there). His normal purchase does not consist of classics like Scarface or Casablanca or It's A Wonderful Life - not to say that he has never bought a classic; I think we own two of those. Nor does he typically bring home the newest-released DVD that we just saw in theatres. I think his favorite time period is early eighties to mid nineties, so I have never heard of most movies he buys. Western seems to be his favorite genre, but may only constitute a fifth of his purchases. Clint, John, and Robert are regulars on the Hoover homescreen.
This particular ritual, we were initially set on iRobot. Now, whether that is a play off of ipod or not I do not know, but that would be a very clever ploy. But then I remembered that I have seen iRobot in the last six months so it was out of the question. We rolled the dice on an R-rated movie and opened the box of Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, my parents hoping that any R-rated content would be nullified by pillow-shielding the eyes of hannah and hamp. Well, we are trucking along about 45 minutes into the movie with only a few minor "turn your head and close your eyes" directed mostly at Hamp.
Most gory scenes have warning signs, like a chainsaw starting up or the killer drawing a gun at point-blank. All of this was disrupted when TX [the newest terminator that happens to be really hot] thrusts her arm through this guy's back and out his chest - they were in a car with TX in the backseat so all you see is a bloody arm erupt through the driver's stomach and grab the steering wheel. Hamp's eyes become the size of dinner plates as he hides his face while dad frantically tries to locate the correct stop button out of three different remote controls.
All the while my mom is wondering what in the world she exposed her kids to, and I am laughing hysterically.
Dad made an executive decision to change the movie. After rejecting some westerns and convincing my parents that iRobot would scar (ever notice that scar and scare differ by only an e?) Hamp just as much as a human arm impaling a policeman, we chose Blazing Saddles even though my mom thought there were boobies in this movie, which we think that there are not. It ended pretty quickly for two reasons: (1)the movie was racier than my dad remembered (2)hannah saw mongo punch a horse and knock it down. I thought it was hilarious, but Hannah is a horse-lover and sh.. err wasn't very happy. At this point my dad decided that offending two out of three kids was enough and The Hoovers went to bed.
I can't understand anything Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead) is saying, but it all sounds very poetic and slightly depressing. Good music for a rainy day.
Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape
"Exit Music (For a Film)" - Radiohead
[this and the next quote is of 'bullet holes' by dispatch]
I was at Panera Bread today. Emma says that I live there. I brought my cd player in to listen to my new radiohead cd and drink coffee while I wrote this blog. I sat down at a booth and listened to Warehouse while lines dwindled down, since everyone comes in around a quarter to 7. As I got up to order, my peaceful retreat was disrupted by two individuals who blatantly ignored the rule regarding your standing position in restaurant lines. They were thinking (not ordering) while standing right in front of the register. Normally one stands at least 10 feet away from the register until one decides what to order, which allows for those who know what they want [because they come here twice a week] to step in front and order quickly. It would have been rude for me to step beside them and try to order because of their proximity to the register (which normally denotes ordering). So they take their time, pointing and chattering about each item on the menu for a few minutes before ordering in broken engrish, which took another minute and a half, but then they realized that the hot sandwiches were under the "Hot Panini Sandwiches" label, so they had to reassess their order for another minute or two before they decided they did not want a hot sandwich. Finally, the transaction is completed when she tenatively hands over a $10 note for a $14.07 meal. *sigh* But I got my coffee and all was good.
It is a Saturday. Rain fell/is falling. Last night we had "family movie night." This is a strange behavioral pattern amongst The Hoover Household, but it folds out much like other family events do. First off, it takes at least an hour and many a shout of "come on let's go watch the movie" from parent and child alike. Then, once everyone is in the den, we must decide on a movie which we can all watch, that no one has seen recently, and that everyone likes. Needless to say, this process takes a very long time and narrows our 200+ movie selection down to about 5 movies that may or my not interest any of us. At this point, we bicker about the pros and cons of each movie until an aggravated parent picks one arbitrarily and begins the movie. But wait! hannah has to get popcorn out of the microwave and drew's phone is ringing and mom has to turn the stove off and put the dogs up. and dad's like I don't care I'm starting the movie! So this ritual usually takes up the entire night from 6 - 11 with the movie lasting less than two hours of that five hour period.
I've gone to shorten my road
With a fistful of matches but nothin to strike
My dad really enjoys buying used movies. I think this is a minor hobby of his. Sometimes he comes home from work and he'll have a bag of movies from EB Games (they are really cheap there). His normal purchase does not consist of classics like Scarface or Casablanca or It's A Wonderful Life - not to say that he has never bought a classic; I think we own two of those. Nor does he typically bring home the newest-released DVD that we just saw in theatres. I think his favorite time period is early eighties to mid nineties, so I have never heard of most movies he buys. Western seems to be his favorite genre, but may only constitute a fifth of his purchases. Clint, John, and Robert are regulars on the Hoover homescreen.
This particular ritual, we were initially set on iRobot. Now, whether that is a play off of ipod or not I do not know, but that would be a very clever ploy. But then I remembered that I have seen iRobot in the last six months so it was out of the question. We rolled the dice on an R-rated movie and opened the box of Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, my parents hoping that any R-rated content would be nullified by pillow-shielding the eyes of hannah and hamp. Well, we are trucking along about 45 minutes into the movie with only a few minor "turn your head and close your eyes" directed mostly at Hamp.
Most gory scenes have warning signs, like a chainsaw starting up or the killer drawing a gun at point-blank. All of this was disrupted when TX [the newest terminator that happens to be really hot] thrusts her arm through this guy's back and out his chest - they were in a car with TX in the backseat so all you see is a bloody arm erupt through the driver's stomach and grab the steering wheel. Hamp's eyes become the size of dinner plates as he hides his face while dad frantically tries to locate the correct stop button out of three different remote controls.
All the while my mom is wondering what in the world she exposed her kids to, and I am laughing hysterically.
Dad made an executive decision to change the movie. After rejecting some westerns and convincing my parents that iRobot would scar (ever notice that scar and scare differ by only an e?) Hamp just as much as a human arm impaling a policeman, we chose Blazing Saddles even though my mom thought there were boobies in this movie, which we think that there are not. It ended pretty quickly for two reasons: (1)the movie was racier than my dad remembered (2)hannah saw mongo punch a horse and knock it down. I thought it was hilarious, but Hannah is a horse-lover and sh.. err wasn't very happy. At this point my dad decided that offending two out of three kids was enough and The Hoovers went to bed.
I can't understand anything Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead) is saying, but it all sounds very poetic and slightly depressing. Good music for a rainy day.
Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape
"Exit Music (For a Film)" - Radiohead
posted by hoov at 6/24/2006 08:44:00 PM
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