First of all, I can't completely figure out this blogging thing, so I wanted to integrate more pictures in here but alas this is all I could. So I shall explain --
In Leipzig, Germany is a little home that houses two great grandparents under the age of 70. To me their names are Oma and Opa, German for grandma and grandpa. Thomas' Oma and Opa are amazing. Both under 5 feet tall. Both only German speaking. Opa is an even more amazing man after seeing his liquor room/shrine. As you can see below it is completely surrounded and covered in alcohol. Not pictured is a wall covered in beer coasters from around the world. To sit around the table you see made out of a ship steering wheel are barrells to sit on. Inside said barrells is more liquor, most created by Opa himself.
We didn't know German, he didn't know English but goddamn did we have a good time. Here I sampled some Ashbath, Jonah and I split about 1/2 a shot. Good times. Good times indeed.
Opa's liquor room
So when I can figure it out more, I'll put more pictures of my trip up with more anecdotes. But for now, you can see all the pictures on my now two websites.
Anywho, to make this a real first blog I should discuss something, or open a discussion. Also, since this is a first blog, I feel like I should talk about a movie. I recently viewed PT Anderson's Magnolia. Goddamn do I love that movie.
"My name is Donnie Smith and I have lots of love to give."
The scene with John C Riley and Melora Waters gets me every time. And I would like to say that this is by far Tom Cruise's best role ever.
And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just "Something That Happened." This cannot be "One of those things..." This, please, cannot be that. And for what I would like to say, I can't. This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance. Ohhhh. These strange things happen all the time
In attempts not to get philisophical on a blog, I will just move on to the next movie. "Constantine". Oh man. What a great movie. Seriously, every time I watch it it gets better. Not only am I madly in love with Keanu, seriously, he is amazing. Sidebar, who can't wait for Scanner Darkly? Me, that's who. Richard Linklater? Keanu? Woody Harrelson? Come on. Anyway, Constantine is not only fun, dark, has Rachel Weisz clevage, but it's a lot deeper than I originally thought. There's some real stuff deep inside the heart of Constantine if you give it a chance.
Ok, now before I go, I would like to thank some people for certain things this past week --
Nicole for her book reccomendation
Brandon for his book reccomendations
Leah for telling me I was her 2nd crush at the tender age of 7
Erica for the pirate rubber ducky and Playboy mansion pictures
Stephie for making me create this blog
Alex for always being right
Ilan for taking me to Wedding Crashers and well, being Ilan
Tamir for agreeing with me about those damn T-Mobile stores
Aaron Sorkin for doing shrooms and creating West Wing
Ronald Emmerich for creating Independance Day which I will discuss and watch later
That is all for now.
Good Shabbos
2 comments:
Having not watched Constantine, I cannot formally disagree with you about the alleged greatness of the movie. However, having finished pre-school and sat threw many a Keanu Reeves movie I can spout something offensive and relatively hurtful. Keanu Reeves cleans my pool. He's my pool guy. And when he's done with that vacuum thingy for the leaves, he just sits there and looks serenely at the water, humming something that sounds like "whoa" over and over and over. That being said, maybe the movie is not all bad because you mentioned something about cleavage. And I love my cleavage. It's few and far between that a movie can be all bad if there is cleavage included somewhere into the plot.
P.S. I hate myself for blogging on the blogified blog.
Ben.
Ok, Keanu rocks because he is a pool boy. He has no talent, but he still gets work, he's still funny and he doesn't care. He knows kung fu. And you stood me up at Taco Bell the other day
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