Rantings, mostly…

Looks like I definitely fell off the wagon, but I am here to say…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

OK, truly I do not care *that* much, but my kids do, so nyah-nyah, neener-neener.

Sorry, I have no clue where that came from.

That is the date when the horrible transgression of all six Star Wars episodes in a row will be aired.

I warn you one last time, *DO NOT* watch them in numerical order.

May the Force be with you.

My mother and I seem to be at odds on something.

I believe that if someone is allowed to smoke in an establishment that literally forces myself and my family to endure someone smoking, that I should be allowed to pass gas.  As much as I want…

My mother says that starts to blur (and break) the boundaries of social well-being and rules of manner and politeness.

Again I say… if they can smoke and spread a foul odorous smoke, I can fart and spread a foul odorous stench.

I mean… at least my smell does not cause cancer!

Remember my poor little helicopter that melted?  Well, ThinkGeek in classy fashion refunded me for said items and even sent me a new helicopter (non-gratis).

However, they did *not* refund my shipping and handling charges.  Um… why the hell not?

The helicopter burst into flames and melted all over my school book and carpet.

The gun’s battery compartment broke in the process of opening it (exactly like the book illustrated).

I get done with a representative not two minutes ago and they told me my order *DID NOT* qualify for a refund on shipping.  I repeated what I just said in the above two lines and the representative quickly changed their tone and assured me I should see a refund appearing on my credit card in mere moments.

Well, satisfaction at last.

However, it has been six whole minutes and I do not see a refund.  Tsk tsk tsk…

I am not entirely sure which station it will air on.  I always see the commercial on HBO2 and then the advertisement ends with CINEMAX playing across the screen.  *shrug*

Anyway, I figured since I like bitching about television and movies in general, I ought to do it now as well.

Airing sometime in October, they are playing the entire six episodes of Star Wars “in order”.  Well, their version of “in order” is episode 1 through episode 6.

Now as any Star Wars geek worth half his or her midi-chlorians, knows that the truest way to watch the series is episodes 4 through 6 and then 1 through 3.

So, I say unto thee… no… I beseech all who read this, please, *DO NOT* view the episodes in numerical order!

OK, admittedly I do not have much of a social life. Not like it bothers me or anything… Having said that, check this out:

Joyce Taylor, Mark Damon, (1963), **, This version of the old fairy tale should appeal to the small fry, though it’s not on a par with the fine Cocteau film of 1946. Joyce Taylor, Mark Damon. (Fantasy, 79 Mins.).

This comes from the listing on Comcast.

Now, a few things strike me funny. Firstly, this horribly done piece is not suitable for children. My children are *very* open minded and could not bear this version for even a moment.

They almost cried at the moment the beast “transformed”. The wolf man cometh is all I can say. (Oh! They were tears of sorrow over having to watch this.)

Secondly, how in the world could it be compared to the Jean Cocteau piece of the very same name? Anyone who has not seen it should definitely do themselves a justice if they have enjoyed the story before.

Lastly, why the hell has this story been told so very many times? I have enjoyed countless renditions to include a television series; three movies and even a spin-off cartoon series.

I personally think some things should die gracefully, but as I have said before, Hollywood does not seem to think so.