Welcome to Brain Drain (#28 in the series), where I pull the plug on some recent thoughts swirling around inside my big noggin.
No particular ire. Just getting some stuff off my chest.
Feel free at the end to add what’s got your knickers in a twist with a comment.
Let’s get started…..
Godzilla vs Kong
‘Godzilla vs Kong’ is a hit movie (I guess). The latest feature starring the big screen’s two largest members of the Screen Actors Guild.
I haven’t seen the flick (and probably never will) but many have, making ‘Godzilla vs Kong’ number one at the box office.
Although being one of the first movies out as we begin to reopen from the pandemic it is easy to see why it is so popular.
I’m pretty sure at this point people would pay $12 to watch the test pattern on the big screen.
My biggest gripe about the movie is…..how has King Kong gotten SO LARGE?
Godzilla has always been described as being 300 feet tall.
But King Kong? He’s the same height now.
How did that happen? Vitamins? Heel lifts? Wonder bread?
Used to be King Kong “climbed” the Empire State Building. Now he towers over it. Explain THAT to me and maybe I’ll go see it. Till then, “Na-huh.”
BTW–my son saw it and in his words, called the movie “gah-bage.”
The Kenan Show
I’m a fan of Kenan Thompson. Always have been.
The kids & I watched him on Nickelodeon’s ‘All That.’ And later on ‘Kenan & Kel.’
I’ve seen his movie ‘Good Burger’ more times than I can count.
And have enjoyed him on ‘SNL’ for what…15 seasons?
So when NBC announced ‘The Kenan Show’ as a new tv sitcom, I was excited & hoped for the best.
Unfortunately, it’s not very good. I have tried too. Numerous times I have watched. My family leaves the room when it is on. My wife says the premise is similar to ‘Full House’—only worse.
I feel bad for Kenan. He deserves a better vehicle than that. And we deserve better as viewers.
‘Nuff said about that.
Fire tables seem to be the rage in outdoor furnishings these days. All the patio shops advertise them as the greatest thing since…..fire, I guess.
The concept is simple. Let me get this straight…We take a table…gather the whole family around…and put a fire in the middle of it.
Let’s put our plates mere inches from an open flame.
Yes, I want my refreshing, ice-cold beverage to simmer.
There’s not even enough room to put your feet up without searing flesh.
Nothing like gathering the kids & tell ghost stories…around a propane blaze.
No thanks, but I already have a “fire table” in my kitchen.
It’s called a STOVE!
How silly. Really.
That does it for me draining the ol’ cerebral cortex.
Again, leave yours with a comment. Adios.