Indy Vs. Bond: The Rivalry You Never Thought Of

(Don't know why this is at the top of the page right now

but it is so just remember how much ya love it. And also

remember that I wrote this in High School, so hold some

judgement because we weren't all perfect in high school)

In film class today we just got done watching Dr. No. It was my first time seeing it and ya know, it was good I guess. I think people feel obligated to like it, because it's the first James Bond movie; it's filled with diarrhea music(*) and that's very distracting for me. After we finished up watching it, I brought up the fact that if I had to choose to win in a fight, I'd take Indiana Jones against James Bond.

BLASPHEMY!(apparently...)

(*) That sounds gross, it's because it is. Diarrhea music is when a movies or TV shows overplay music during a scene and for no apparent reason. Dr. No is chalk-full of it, some episodes of Friday Night Lights season 1 have it bad too and the first episode of Justified has it as well.

What All's Changed In A Year, Especially After Something So Heroic And Momentous?

First off, if you weren't aware, yesterday was the anniversary of something incredibly significant. Something everyone should remember, and if you don't then yer just plain, well, dumb. And it's no knock on you, after all it's not like this country-nay WORLD- has been celebrating for the past who knows how many years! There's only one special thing that could happen on November 11 and that's the remembrance of me publishing this historic blog post all those months ago. [EDITOR'S NOTE: Oh God. Veteran's Day was yesterday too. Oof. Well, I already wrote down just how important the post is, so just... I don't know. I guess two important things happened yesterday in history, I'll leave you to be the judge of what ranks higher.]

What It's Like To Be Self Conscience About Your Play Counts

I'll tell you now. It's terrible. It's like publicly and yet secretly ousting your favorite child. It'd be like my parents announcing in our non-existant family newsletter (Wieland's Gazette!) that they've thrown more love and attention at me than at my brothers. Except I'm the only subscriber.