The street lined in green
Like a make-shift landing strip
For a plane of joy.
It's hard not to wear a smile today. It's mid-week, the sun is shining, and Indiana Jones is but a day away. I know that some folks out there are going to stay up late tonight and ride the adventure at the first opportunity. Not me. I'm waiting exactly twelve hours and catching the flick tomorrow in St. Louis Park. Why? Because I want people to see me leaving the theater crying tears of joy and cracking an imaginary whip. It's hard to pull that off at 2 am. 2 pm is a much more realistic time to make a fool of myself in public.
On the Indiana Jones note, the Parkway Theater is showing Raiders of the Lost Ark Saturday at noon. Although it's supposed to be a very nice day out, and I have that movie on DVD, and I have a number of things to do around the house throughout the weekend, I will probably still find myself cheering Indy on as he shoots a sword-wielding baddie in a Cairo market. I'll see you there.
In other, less Hollywood-type news, it turns out that the garbage disposal installation did not go quite as well as I initially thought. It seems that the seal on the drain isn't tight enough, causing droplets of water and other assorted liquids to traverse around the outside of the garbage disposal, finding a final resting place on the floor of the cabinet underneath the sink. On top of that, the sink sprayer has taken to leaking, and the initial attempts to solve that with a little Teflon tape have been complete failures. I know that I can fix both of these problems with a trip to Home Depot and an hour's worth of free time. However, I don't know if I have the confidence necessary to fix it. What if I seal up the drain, only to have the garbage disposal slip out of its perch and spew water and mushed up foodstuffs all over my pants? What if my attempts to fix the sink sprayer results in the dishwasher somehow becoming sentient and killing me in my sleep? That might seem outlandish, but plumbing is 10% knowledge, 90% confidence. A shaky ego has lead to thousands of sewage-related deaths since the dawn of the aqueduct. It's true. Look it up.
Fortunately, I won't have time to address my home's plumbing issues until after the movie tomorrow. I'm banking on the hope that Indiana Jones will inspire me to do great things. Great PVC pipe-related things. That's what these types of movies are for, right? To move us to do great things in our own lives. You should have seen the kitchen tile I laid after Independence Day...
Anywho, I should be off. Before I depart, here's Today's Joke:
Playboy, junta tied to Senate hopefuls
Minnesota Republicans are scolding DFL Senate candidate Al Franken for a campaign fundraiser hosted Monday by Playboy CEO Christie Hefner at her Chicago-area home - and taking him to task for a sexually explicit satire he wrote for that magazine eight years ago.
Meanwhile, DFLers are calling on Republican incumbent Norm Coleman to divest his reelection campaign of nearly $10,000 received from the political-action committee and employees of a lobbying firm that represented Myanmar's military regime.
With endorsing conventions for the U.S. Senate race rapidly approaching, the leading candidates are under attack by political opponents for taking contributions from controversial donors.
Each party is asking Minnesota voters to forget party lines and judge which is the most morally-degrading connection: sex or violence. Minnesota voters, meanwhile, are excited that they won't have to pay attention to any "issues" or listen to "policies." As one voter put it, "Give me some baseless mud-slinging and irrelevant accusations and I'm happy as a clam! Wait! What's that over there? Shiny keys! Lemme at 'em!"