Apologia

I am a horrible half-man, I won't deny it. I made a sincere effort to post more often and failed, so I must now plead in a reconciliatory tone for forgiveness and understanding. Ok, good.

I was whined and cajoled into seeing the movie "National Treasure" a night or two ago, and was pleasantly surprised. This is a monumentally dumb movie that plays like a Family Circus cartoon featuring on of the little children running all over the place and leaving a dotted line behind him for nefarious reasons.
That said, it has a vapid yet infectious glee to it, like that of a Downs' syndrome child. Sure, the kid just ate some gum he found in the youth fair Port-o-John but he's so fired up about it you laugh right along with him, until your sides ache and he succumbs to the gum.
I actually had to sneak in on a wednesday evening, which I was utterly unprepared for. I arrived late (the movie played at 7:30, and I arrived at about 7:45) and was told by the ticket agent that I could no longer purchase tickets for the movie. However, I needed to see this particular showing in order for my friend to meet a wonderful girl already inside the theatre. After a brief conference, we decide to purchase tickets for the 8:30 showing of Blade 3, to properly cover our bases in case of movie suckage and/or overcrowding in the Treasure theatre.
The pesky ticket agent demanded to see ALL of our student IDs, which my smitten friend had neglected to bring. After considerable lip-biting and hand-wringing, she informed us she would let it slide. It came to $21.00 and in retribution for her behavior, I paid with two $20 bills. Game, set, and match. I am a petty person, but I am also a happy one.