though this may make me unpopular, i feel i must write
Things I did not like about The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe movie
(so if you have not seen the movie, you may want to stop reading)
- my favorite quote in the movie “course he isn’t safe, but he’s good. he’s the king you know” was reworked in what i consider to be a stupid way at the end.
- all the extra scenes that were added (breaking the window during the cricket game, the river crossing scene,…) to make the movie more exciting.
- the fact that the beavers did not get Christmas presents. In the book, they get a new sewing machine and the holes in their dam are fixed.
- No resurrection romp! By far my favorite part of the book is when the newly revived Aslan takes the girls on a romp around Narnia, and this was not in the movie.
I guess I thought the movie was okay, but I did leaving feeling a little disappointed…
well well well. merry christmas everyone.
the season of the incarnation has come and past; let us live with the hope the season brings.
my celebrations were chill. any weekend with 3 church services, way too much kielbasa and rye bread, sharing a bed with jim, and long naps is okay with me.
peter strom, i long to see your moustache.
today, when renting the third season of 24, jim asked who my greatest spy inspiration was. i immediately though of jack bauer, but reconsidered; my greatest inspiration was and is inspector gadget. which reminded me of something: namely how i always thought penny was really hot…but i guess that is a little creepy now…dang.
ps: i am now steeped in covenant history and heritage. it’s a wonderful thing.
tomorrow will be my 1000th day with xanga; i don’t know how i feel about that.
hawk, your grandfather wrote one heck of a good book.
“our problem is to find a way to be at the same time God’s people and real people I associate realness with wholeness, even if this wholeness is marred by warts, even if, as a consequence of my wholeness, I am forced to confess to you that I am less than I ought to be. Therefore, I have to ask you by my very presence to understand that and to accept–in fact, to demand that you accept it as a price of our fellowship as real men and women”
another semester come and gone.
i have come to realise that i am painfully nostaglic. painfully. i dread leaving north park and can’t imagine what all the recent grads are feeling as they pack up for the last time.
i finished my classes and am glad to be done with some of them. i am looking forward to a rather bizarre semester this spring. but i am looking forward to it.
that’s all. peace.