"Big Fish" and "A Walk in the Woods" are in the queue just now and these are definitely in the category of Old Fucker stories. Most thinking along these lines has come up father / son relationships but "A Walk in the Woods" looks like the Old Fucker breaks out.
"Big Fish" is more approachable for the whippers because it features Ewan McGregor being just as charming as it's possible to be and mostly just the voice of Albert Finney as the off-screen Old Fucker. "A Walk on the Woods" seems focused on Robert Redford as the Old Fucker who has the Big Question.
Already I love Robert Redford in his role because he said, "The trouble with people is they want to talk." (Something like that)
Right away, I'm diggin' this character. OK, Big Fish, if you don't talk then what do you do.
Note 1: I only watch movies in segments for various whingy reasons
Note 2: 'whinge' is Australian for 'whine' but no idea why
Big Fish is the biggest deal just now and maybe get philosophical later but just diggin' it with the grand tales.
My ol' Dad was a Big Fish and the regulars knew him as some kind of grand character but that's what I saw of him too.
It wasn't until quite an age before realizing I had become a Big Fish too. I live as a homeless bum now but I have walked in the grandest electronic temples in America, I've played musical instruments I would never have believed possible, I have seen multiple beautiful countries, and met many wonderful people. The vista gets so surreal I have difficulty believing it but Albert Finney didn't and he, like my ol' Dad, was throwing out those stories for years.
For rolling tales, the one from Greece to Scotland played well and readership for the blog was through the roof. There was no tall tale side to that since it was really happening, unbelievable as much of it seemed.
Who takes someone on a date by using an iPad and Skype to take her to a concert in France where I was taking in a concert in the town square across the street from the hotel.
Apparently I really did that (larfs).
Mystery Lady and I, also sometimes with Yevette, talked about the blast of endless horror news from mainstream media and where's the real life which is not a horror. All of us can find horror easily enough by opening our eyes. We want the news which gives us more of a reason to open them.
The general impression is the country is fucked and we're all going to die but the reality is it really doesn't matter much what they do in the election because they can't make things any worse without sending out the trucks to round us up.
Fact: despite all the unbelievably annoying whining from the NRA, the number of gunners in the US has been dropping for some time now. The ones who own them already apparently buy more for their precious li'l arsenals but they aren't finding new buyers. It's not that the NRA can't sell guns to liberals but rather they don't seem able to sell them to anyone unless the NRA gunners buy the guns themselves.
Life does suck but times like that have pictures, music, and stories because, through all history, these are the only things which move humans ... plus a big ol' lusty boost of sex. And, why not, how about a delectable meal. Plus the moderate use of a pleasurable intoxicant.
Yep, that should do it.
Wanna hear about a plane crash?
HELL NO!!!
"Big Fish" is more approachable for the whippers because it features Ewan McGregor being just as charming as it's possible to be and mostly just the voice of Albert Finney as the off-screen Old Fucker. "A Walk on the Woods" seems focused on Robert Redford as the Old Fucker who has the Big Question.
Already I love Robert Redford in his role because he said, "The trouble with people is they want to talk." (Something like that)
Right away, I'm diggin' this character. OK, Big Fish, if you don't talk then what do you do.
Note 1: I only watch movies in segments for various whingy reasons
Note 2: 'whinge' is Australian for 'whine' but no idea why
Big Fish is the biggest deal just now and maybe get philosophical later but just diggin' it with the grand tales.
My ol' Dad was a Big Fish and the regulars knew him as some kind of grand character but that's what I saw of him too.
It wasn't until quite an age before realizing I had become a Big Fish too. I live as a homeless bum now but I have walked in the grandest electronic temples in America, I've played musical instruments I would never have believed possible, I have seen multiple beautiful countries, and met many wonderful people. The vista gets so surreal I have difficulty believing it but Albert Finney didn't and he, like my ol' Dad, was throwing out those stories for years.
For rolling tales, the one from Greece to Scotland played well and readership for the blog was through the roof. There was no tall tale side to that since it was really happening, unbelievable as much of it seemed.
Who takes someone on a date by using an iPad and Skype to take her to a concert in France where I was taking in a concert in the town square across the street from the hotel.
Apparently I really did that (larfs).
Mystery Lady and I, also sometimes with Yevette, talked about the blast of endless horror news from mainstream media and where's the real life which is not a horror. All of us can find horror easily enough by opening our eyes. We want the news which gives us more of a reason to open them.
The general impression is the country is fucked and we're all going to die but the reality is it really doesn't matter much what they do in the election because they can't make things any worse without sending out the trucks to round us up.
Fact: despite all the unbelievably annoying whining from the NRA, the number of gunners in the US has been dropping for some time now. The ones who own them already apparently buy more for their precious li'l arsenals but they aren't finding new buyers. It's not that the NRA can't sell guns to liberals but rather they don't seem able to sell them to anyone unless the NRA gunners buy the guns themselves.
Life does suck but times like that have pictures, music, and stories because, through all history, these are the only things which move humans ... plus a big ol' lusty boost of sex. And, why not, how about a delectable meal. Plus the moderate use of a pleasurable intoxicant.
Yep, that should do it.
Wanna hear about a plane crash?
HELL NO!!!
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