While I haven't seen the original High School Musical, most reviewers are saying the original was better. It's in the genre where kids from opposite cliques interact and discover everyone is really the same, sort of a G rated Breakfast club I guess. There are role models for just about everyone in the movie, geeks and jocks and even the stylish show tune loving well dressed hat wearing sensitive young man.
The other movie this weekend was Baadasssss!, a movie about the making of Sweet Sweetback's Badasssss Song, the first blacksploitation flick. I'd give it a 7, it was okay and watchable, but not worth watching again.
When you get married with kids, it gets exponentially harder to find mutually acceptable friends, where each spouse gets along with the corresponding other spouse, and the kids get along. I'm not even going to think about where spouses get along well with the opposite spouses, save that for the freaks in California. We do have a few families like that in our circle, one or two.
Saturday was a full day. In the morning preschool mom was having a birthday party for her son, who is entering kindergarten at our school. We dropped the girls off and went estate and garage saling, getting a few deals but nothing spectacular. We picked the girls up later, and met a couple where the dad works at my $corp, in yet another Rochester is a small city moment.
Since Saturday was the third Saturday of the month, it was time for the gaming club to meet, and I got a chance to go. I played my first games of Memoir '44, the Pegasus Bridge scenario, splitting the wins with the other player. it's in my meh category, I can live with the card play since that's essential to the game, but I disliked being unable to reinforce my troops. I also played the starter game of Advanced Tobruk, and Sunday eleven year old and I played Carc Hunters and Gatherers.
The last book I finished was Orson Scott Card's Wyrms, which was okay, and full of classic Card themes. You got the wacky alien DNA mixing with terrestial, the ass kicking juvenile who has to save humanity, and some religion. It goes for a buck or two on Amazon, I should sell my copy.
Mrs. Ha has had one week in her new job at the florist, and she's liking it. It's much less than the Red Cross, but the hours are much less, and there's no day care to worry about. The stress is far less, too, so this may be a keeper.
I'm sure it's been mentioned here before, but I live near one of the significant linguistic divides in America, the line between calling a carbonated soft drink soda versus pop. The line runs right down the middle of Pennsylvania, with Philly sorts calling it soda, and Pittsburgh sorts calling it pop, which made for a brief discussion at school.
In the interests of Eucumenicalism, I'll call them both (if you're one of those southerners who call everything coke, you need to change). This weekend we had a sweet tasting illegal soda/pop, Coconut soda/pop. It was good, and I saw no refund value for New York on the can, so it was probably illegal. I like to live dangerous. Anyhow, what's your favorite soda/pop flavor?
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