Month: June 2012

Hollywood, You Need to do Better!

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I admit it! I was excited! I could not wait to see Prometheus. I get my nachos, my Coke and take a seat. The fanfare begins on the screen and I am ready, and the movie begins. The Scottish countryside is regal and I am drawn into the story. Then something weird happens, the entire cast is hit with a case of dumbassness.

The story fast forwards two years to a very old Mr. Weylund, whom I can only assume is some relative of the Mr. Weylund in Alien vs Predator. The timeline is hinky. I am confused.

This story is the future, Alien vs Predator was in the present. The original Aliens movie was in the future. I don’t know what is going on. The computer graphics is cool, the concept is odd. These gigantic people are supposedly the creators of human kind. They also engineer these snakelike creatures as a weapon of mass destruction to do what, kill all the humans they created on Earth?

If you have not seen the movie, please stop reading here because I am about to spoil it for you.

So, Doctor Idiot Number One finds some cave drawings in Scotland. She shows Doctor Dumbass Number Two, who has gotten funding from Mr. Weylund to head into deep space to search for these “engineers” of mankind. They find them in a several space ships on a forlorn planet X Number of light years away. They go into the space ship and the air is breathable and they remove their helmets. What the hell is that about? You are an alien planet, in an alien spaceship that has been closed from circulating air for what, two thousand damned years?

They find video of these gigantic people running from something on one of the space ships. They find an alien head, and take it back to their ship to dissect it. The head explodes. Two members get separated from the rest of the crew (predictable). They find a stack of dead alien bodies and a room of black oil covering the floor. In the oil are little snake like things. Dumb Ass Number one decides to play with it. Big whoop, it attacks him, breaks his arm, climbs in his suit, then in his mouth. You see him three scenes later with his ass bent over his head like a backwards frog trying to get into the ship. Yes, they open the door to let him in, and he kills many of the crew. If these gigantic people are killed by these creatures, what do you plan to do puny humans?

This is just stupid. So many of the decision made in the movie are stupid; a big budget, over scripted, pile of stupid. Doctor Dumbass Number Two gets infected has a snake like thing in his eye, and he tells no one. You just had sex with Doctor Idiot Number One and you KNOW you have infected her. She is now pregnant with alien baby. Doctor Idiot Number Two’s body is taken over and he is turning into a monster. He is screaming and she wants to take him back onto the ship. I am with the Charlize Theron character, “he ain’t coming up in here!” Really? Really? What kind of screwed up logic is this? Hollywood, you need to do better.

I will not even start on Snow White and the Duntsman. I will not get started on the over acted dry melodrama of Sherlock Holmes. It is even sadder when the best movie of late has been The Avengers with the unlikely hero of the Hulk. I give up. I want to see a good movie with a real storyline.

Hollywood, it is time to do better.

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Happy Father’s Day

Childhood Relived

Like a lot of people, next Sunday I’ll be honoring my dear ol’ dad – perhaps in the form of a Home Depot gift card.  Because nothing says “thank you for life, love and shelter” like new electrical outlet covers.

But being that I was partially raised by a 1981 television set, I can’t forget to pay tribute to the other dads in my life — my TV dads.  So the question is, what do you get for the men who have everything?  Boisterous laugh tracks?   Top Nielsen ratings?  A chance to appear on Hollywood Squares?  Here are a few more tangible items:

1)      Fred Sanford, Sandord & Sons — a storage shed.  You need to face your illness, Dad.  You’re a hoarder.  And you’re a cantankerous old fart who’s managed to survive 2,384 heart attacks.  Your health is obviously fragile so let’s pack away some…

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What a Week!

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I have resigned.  Friday showed up and reminded me how futile my efforts were with Monday’s negotiations.  Tuesday was caught in the ladies room talking about my lack of productivity.  Wednesday was asking why I even bothered to show up. Thursday and I are no longer on speaking terms, and I asked the boss if I could move my workstation elsewhere when Friday sauntered in the door. Did I mention that Saturday and I broke up?

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Great article…..

Leadership Freak

I live with an inner critic who loves pointing out my faults, failures, and shortcomings. I’m never good enough for that bastard.

How about you?

“In all my years of coaching, I have never worked with anyone who was not substantially sabotaged by a persistent Judge character… Your Judge Saboteur is your private enemy number one.” Shirzad Chamine, author of, “Positive Intelligence.”

Shirzad said, “The Judge Saboteur constantly finds fault with:

  1. Ourselves.
  2. Others.
  3. Our circumstances.”

I’m so used to – comfortable with – his voice that I fear I couldn’t succeed without him. I mistakenly believe he drives me to success. But, my inner fault-finder never shows me the path to success and happiness. He yells, but he never yells, “Go Dan! You can do it.”

Discerning without judging:

What would I do if I didn’t judge – find fault – all the time? Wouldn’t I lose…

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The Road I Travel

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                There are times in life when you stop, stand and scrunch your face while wondering where in the bleep you are going. Some days and ways along my journey, I have asked myself am I where I am supposed to be.  Today, I received a confirmation that I am.

                It is that time in the quarter where we are hitting the end of the course and students begin to turn in their final projects. One of my favorite classes to teach is Contemporary Literature. At the end of each quarter, I have the students to write a five page short story in any genre as their final. This short story covers the elements of literature and is presented in a reader’s theater format. 

I take great pleasure in introducing each student as if they are authors at a writer’s conference. The class treats each classmate as if they are fans of the student’s work, and each student reads a five minute excerpt from their short stories.

Today I was humbled by what I was getting back from the students. I wasn’t certain if I was actually getting through, or if they even understood the concepts. I am floored by what I have heard and even more pleased with what I am reading.

The road I travel is filled with words.  I take with me words to make me feel great, words to express my joy, words to express victory.  I have some new words that I expressed today and those words are happiness and elation. I am both of these words because today, I know without any uncertainty, that I am where I am supposed to be.

I am an educator.