For I am one thousand years old

So, yesterday evening, Beth and I went to see fireworks at a nearby high school, because, really, what's the Fourth of July without a lot of colorful exploding things? The traffic was REALLY bad getting out of there, but I guess that's usual for Independence Day. While in the car, we heard Hudson Shad on NPR. In case you don't recognize the name, they're the ones who sang the They Might Be Giants song "O, Do Not Forsake Me." I'd never heard anything else by them, so that was pretty cool.

After we got back to Beth's house, she made us watch Jack, that god-awful Robin Williams movie where he ages at four times the normal rate. What a ridiculous and pseudo-sentimental piece of garbage THAT was (not that I wasn't expecting that ahead of time). It was all "Feel sorry for poor Robin Williams, with his totally unrealistic affliction! He can't help it! He just wants to fit in!" What you might not have known (I didn't) is that both Bill Cosby and J-Lo are in it. Anyway, I think a better ending would have been for a wizard to have reduced Jack's aging to a normal rate. Wouldn't THAT have been heartwarming?

In a few hours, Beth and I should be going to see Spider-Man 2. Hopefully that should be enough to get the bad taste of Jack out of my proverbial mouth. {g}