presented by j:
alright, we’ve got to get back on track with blogging – it’s been hard to remember it over the past few weeks. so with no more further ado…
i love my dad for many reasons. he’s good at a number of things, including fixing up cars and singing. there are certain things, however, we all wish he was better at. for example, remembering movie titles.
now, dad likes movies a lot, and we’ve gone to go see quite a few together over the years, but he just gets really mixed-up with them sometimes. there was the time, i was sitting in the living room watching The Green Mile, and he walked in. he sees Tom Hanks on the screen and feels inquisitive about it:
Dad: “Oh, is this the, uh, the…The Thin Green Mile?”
Me: “…do you mean The Thin Red Line or The Green Mile?”
that is not the worst, though. he finds ever-new, more inventive ways to confuse titles, like in the summer of 2003:
Dad: “Say, what’s that new Disney movie coming about about the fish? Hunting For Milo?*
Dad: “Isn’t that what it’s called?”
Me: “It’s called Finding Nemo.”
Dad: “Oh, well…close enough.”
i thought he had steadily gotten better at this, until a recent conversation we had:
Dad: “Oh…and we LOVED Twisted.”
Everyone at the Table: “…”
Me: “What are you talking about?”
Dad: “You know…the princess with all the hair.”
Dad: “Tangled, twisted, whatever…you knew what I meant.”
Me: “No, actually, we didn’t.”
My sister: [facepalm]
*speaking of, it’s out on DVD today, so check it out if you haven’t already.
another thing i love about my dad/family are random texts like these (received on Thursday last):
Text 1: “ll of y’all”
Text 2: “I just thought I would let all of you know that I’m having a MRI on my back and x-rays on my left foot tomorrow morning in longview. please pray. love a”
my dad is one of the worst at answering his cell phone. i don’t even know why he carries it half of the time. i distinctly remember one time where i had tried to call him several times and he never answered. this was the conversation that occurred later when I saw him:
Me: “I tried to call you earlier but you didn’t answer.”
Dad: “I know. I was at a funeral. It rang just as the casket was in front of me.”
Me: “Oh, sorry…wait…why didn’t you just have it on silent since you were at a funeral?”
Dad: “Because…well, sometimes when it buzzes, I just think it’s gas.”
Me: “…is your gas that rhythmic?”
in the end, though, there are certainly much worse mistakes to be made in life. it makes me wonder what things i will do that my kids will post blogs about one day…they’ll probably be in 4-D or something when that time comes. it’ll probably be about how i don’t trust national teleport tranit or keep breaking my holographic phone.
i’m still waiting for those self-lacing shoes we were promised here, though.