tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post3684996683096287370..comments2024-01-08T08:23:33.817-05:00Comments on Blog Like an Egyptian: Monday MissivesPat Ferruccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08507378203154843677noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31725117.post-33017817368199268952008-06-16T21:13:00.000-04:002008-06-16T21:13:00.000-04:00Perhaps this past weekend was the wrong weekend to...Perhaps this past weekend was the wrong weekend to head to the Cineplex. Russert's passing had an odd effect on me (see rambling philosophical post of Friday), and Father's Day made me miss my dearly departed pop.<BR/><BR/>So, how do I try to stave off the blues? By paying $9 to see the Hulk. Pretty bad. Norton is just too pretentious for his own good. And Liv Tyler, well...this ain't no Empire Records. Anyway, if it matters (which it doesn't) I didn't have fun, found it on par with the Ang Lee Hulk, and wouldn't sit through a sequel. Iron Man was WAY more fun. Oh yeah, and I spent something like $12 for popcorn and a soda.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of Bonnaroo, not sure if you read of the Kanye West debaucle. A 2:45 am set that began at 4:25 am. I don't know about you, but frankly, 2:45 am is as bizarre as 4:25 am, even if you ARE supposed to admire how festival chic that is. In most worlds, that's not chic, it's stupid.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the link to Meet the Press, but one viewing was enough. When Brokaw started to go about 3/4 of the way through, I'm afraid I lost it too. And I can't say enough about seeing Russert's son Luke facing Matt Lauer this morning. Truly his father's son. If only all these cable TV windbags and pundits who are eulogizing Tim would truly honor his memory and exercise some restraint and decorum when executing their jobs. Ah, dare to dream...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com