Sorry. Just squandered a couple of hours watching The Simpsons Movie with my 14-year-old son while his mom and 11-year-old sister were watching Bratz.
Oh, the things we do for our children.
I agree with Homer in the opening moments of the film: “I think all you people are stupid for paying to see something in a movie that you could watch free on TV.”
I don’t watch The Simpsons on TV. Yup, that’s right. Never have. Not once.
But you can’t escape the promos for it if you watch the NFL on Fox, so I have a basic idea what I’m not missing.
So. Two hours of my life that I’ll never get back. And it only felt like four.
Spoiler alert: Homer escapes being lynched.
Hope I didn’t ruin the movie for you.
I haven’t blogged much recently because I’ve been out of state to take the family to see my mom, now 82. We didn’t get to last year. She’s gained two great-grandchildren in the meantime. Both of my sisters are grandma’s now. My older sister has two grandchildren, and another on the way. My younger sister has one, and her second daughter just got married, so there will probably be more.
I told my son that if he wanted to get married and have kids, that’d be great – but he needed to realize that they’ll be in diapers at the same time I am.
Spoiler alert: The bomb meant to destroy Springfield is lowered into the dome surrounding it on a rope that Homer climbs down in a pathetic attempt to save the town that hates him and tried to lynch him. He deserved it.
So I haven’t had much opportunity to blog this last week, or to keep up with my blog addiction. (Mom only has dial-up. I think I know what methadone therapy must be like now.)
But I had some time to think about some things I’d like to blog about while riding between Little Rock and Bloomington, IN and back. After I can find a way to erase The Simpsons Movie from my consciousness, I’ll try to post some.
Find your own rope. Tie a knot in the end. And hang in there.
As President Schwarzeneggar would say, “I’ll be back.”