Leftovers- it's Saturday

Saw Harry Potter last night at the Senator, but couldn't convince Mrs Ewen to wear a robe & hood.


Feel like I might watch it again tomorrow.


- JE

Fish Sandwiches

Bannister Plank

Pegasus Plank

Tree Bat

Urinal Plank

10th graders wanna plank? So we're planking. Except Nick. He's "batting."

Hot Dogs vs Italian Sausage

I was reading a bunch of your posts and thinking about what really scares people about high school, and going to college, and going on to whatever follows. At last count I've moved 17 times, mostly from house to house in the same town, but I've lived in 4 states and about 6 different cities. And every time I moved I was afraid of the same things you described in your posts. I was afraid I wouldn't know who to eat lunch with, or that I'd end up having to fight someone, or that I'd be without some vital piece of information that every other kid in the new school or the new neighborhood had in their possession and I'd look like an idiot. I was convinced that I was some sort of weirdo and that I'd be alone.
It's weird how powerfully frightening that idea of being alone can be. Great pieces of art and literature are built on just that fear (Like Andrew Wyeth's "Christina's World" above). Think of George in Of Mice and Men. Think of Dr Frankenstein creating his undead monster. The scariest of all movies are all based on being alone when the crap hits the fan. Boogeymen and serial killers fade into the forest or disappear into an alleyway when someone new walks into the scene.
One friend makes all the difference. A friend makes school an ice cream parlor when it used to be like a freezer full of unmarked leftovers. Having that person to share a look with, or decompress with after a tough test or a weird day banishes all of those lonely fears like music displaces silence. Three or four of you already alluded to this, that you sat with an old buddy then branched out as days and weeks rolled by. That's what life is - stepping out from that safe place that friends and family provide. Those little fears and frayed nerves disappear so fast.

Veal. That's what's for lunch. Gross.

So here's the thing. Veal is baby cows. And not just any baby cows. It's made from baby cows that are denied sunlight and the ability to move and only fed milk. Then they're butchered. And it's sad. Read up and see what you think. I just had the sauce.

On to movies. The best Disney movie ever made is obviously Beauty and the Beast. I mean, The Little Mermaid is awesome, but B&TB has the absolute best character of all time to hate -- Gaston. He's a punk. He's the epitome of everything men should try not to be. He's demeaning and chauvinistic and horribly pig-like. And his lines are awesome. 

The best fighting movie of all time is Bloodsport. That's because Jean Claude Van Damme is hilarious. The man really can't act, but he can punch a hole in someone's head in like five seconds. 

I'm also a sucker for Harry Potter movies - I watch them on Christmas morning when everyone else is opening presents. My least favorite character is probably that janitor guy who carries around the cat all of the time.