Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Feeling a draft, a fantasy draft.
First off, can someone please explain to me why Highlander is considered a respected and popular movie? There is some out-and-out nonsense in that movie. Don't get me wrong, I think the premise is pretty cool. It just happens to be barely explained and poorly slapped together. Some great highlights, but a real clunker. Don't you love talking about cult favorites from twenty years ago?
Actually, if you want to see a good movie playing at select theaters near you, check out Me, You, and Everyone We Know. After the first 15-20 minutes of the film, I was deeply worried that I was in for yet another droning, boring, pointless exercise in soapbox preachiness about how life is precious yet utterly dark, lonely, and depressing. But there is an innocence about this film that escorts it's tragic characters through it's slender narrative and does so very well. Worth a look.
As for the title of this word vomit, it's only a couple hours until I put on my sports-nerd glasses and bow tie and settle in for my fantasy football draft. This is year four of a league with the guys at work. This year, the prize (screw you, Highlander) will be mine. We'll see if I finally catch a few injury breaks. Ah, the NFL. So good to see you again. Kickoff is this Thursday when my improved, yet overmatched Raiders visit defending monolith New England. I'll get myself motivated and throw up some football preview analysis tomorrow for no one in particular to pay attention to.
Also, it's worth mentioning that the greatest wide receiver and perhaps one of the five best football players of all time, finally retired. I can't imagine another receiver ever being as prolific as Jerry Rice. The day may very well come when his phenomenal records are eclipsed -- receivers are getting bigger, faster, and stronger every day -- but it's hard to imagine at this point in time. Cheers, Jerry.
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Actually, if you want to see a good movie playing at select theaters near you, check out Me, You, and Everyone We Know. After the first 15-20 minutes of the film, I was deeply worried that I was in for yet another droning, boring, pointless exercise in soapbox preachiness about how life is precious yet utterly dark, lonely, and depressing. But there is an innocence about this film that escorts it's tragic characters through it's slender narrative and does so very well. Worth a look.
As for the title of this word vomit, it's only a couple hours until I put on my sports-nerd glasses and bow tie and settle in for my fantasy football draft. This is year four of a league with the guys at work. This year, the prize (screw you, Highlander) will be mine. We'll see if I finally catch a few injury breaks. Ah, the NFL. So good to see you again. Kickoff is this Thursday when my improved, yet overmatched Raiders visit defending monolith New England. I'll get myself motivated and throw up some football preview analysis tomorrow for no one in particular to pay attention to.
Also, it's worth mentioning that the greatest wide receiver and perhaps one of the five best football players of all time, finally retired. I can't imagine another receiver ever being as prolific as Jerry Rice. The day may very well come when his phenomenal records are eclipsed -- receivers are getting bigger, faster, and stronger every day -- but it's hard to imagine at this point in time. Cheers, Jerry.
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