Criminals and Cows . . .

I just finished reading Dave Barry’s Tricky Business, the second novel from the award-winning newspaper humorist. It’s a good read, the 287 pages move along pretty swiftly as Barry pokes fun at overbearing moms, inane local newscrews and the various people haunting the gambling cruisers of south Miami.

Thumbs up.

I’ve also begun playing Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town for the Gameboy Advance. The game plays like a portable version of Animal Crossing, but with the economics of a farm that the entire Harvest Moon series of games provide. You just can’t go wrong with a game in which one of the feature bullet-points on the box is “Improved marriage system”.

The graphics are gorgeous, especially on the demure little portable screen, the music charming and the characters interesting in a chibi-anime superdeformed way. There’s no timelimit on your actions, so you can play at your own pace, which is a welcome change from previous versions of the game.

Four cows out of five.

Movie night ….

I watched The Wedding Singer again tonight, after years since the last time I caught it. Damn, that movie rocks like Billy Idol in his full on “White Wedding” days. Adam Sandler plays his role subtly enough that I actually could stand him for a change, and Drew Berrymore is as hot as she’s ever been in her cute little waitress outfit.

The only flaw? It’s 1985 and not one Fiero in the background.

Watching it did make me a little melancholic, though, as it reminded me just how much possibility the world seemed to have twenty years ago, when I had no doubt in my mind that I really and truely could be or do anything, that there was nowhere to go but out and up.

Alas, while it still may be technically true that I could do anything now if I wanted, the truth is that things certainly aren’t heading anywhere, either up or down. My life is in stasis, and unfortunately, at a level that’s really unacceptable and unfulfilling. I’ve been much further along in my life, but right now both circumstances, and even my will, aren’t giving me much hope in the way of moving onwards from the emotional, financial and spiritual mudpit that I’m stuck in right now.

American Wedding

I watched American Wedding today, having liked the first two American Pie movies, yet not having seen the third in the theaters.

I ended up fast-fowarding through much of it. It’s humorous to me how most of the characters routinely expressed the opinion that they didn’t want Stiffler in the wedding, because that’s pretty much how I felt about American Wedding in general: Scenes with Stiffler bored me greatly.

The film gets a decidedly “meh” rating.