So my son is pretty special, evidently. I've always liked him, but now other people do, too.
He got five awards at yesterday's assembly:
1. The National Fitness Award
2. Academic Excellence in Writing (!)
3. Most Polite
4. Most Helpful With Peers
5. 'A' Honor roll
I wish he'd bring some of that home. We could use some helpfulness and politeness here at the house. Sorry for the Mom Squee. I can't help myself, sometimes.
Still here? Okay.
Q: So how do you know that Spider-Man is being possessed by the symbiote?
A: He gets emo, grows his bangs out, and puts on some eyeliner. Peter Parker is in NO WAY cool, and Tobey Maguire might be one step under Pete.
Thomas Hayden Church has GOT to use steroids. And what happened to the Sandman's kid? Did I sleep through that part?
I wish Kirsten Dunst would get her teeth fixed. Surely she makes enough money. NO MORE VAMPIRE TEETH, KIKI!
Happy for James Franco doesn't work for me. He's creepy loking when he smiles too much. I wanted to slap him and scream, "Stop it! You're freaking me out!" The scowling and scarring only help him out, IMHO.
None of the bad guys were really bad; they were just a little emo, misunderstood, or possessed by a symbiote.
Oh, and Topher Grace. I'm not sure I buy that. At all.
We'll be out of town for the memorial day weekend, so I'd like to wish dragonsangel68 a lovely birthday, a little early. Hope all your wishes come true.