Water, water everywhere
This morning the TV was still on “Court TV” when I turned it on. Apparently Deeps was watching “Homicide” in the wee hours. Anyway, in the wee hours after daybreak, Court TV shows “The Hour of Power.” I have to admit that I watched for a bit mostly because I know I haven’t blogged for a week and it would be easy fodder.

I was right. Apparently the people at Oral Roberts University need $1MM to redirect a creek (that looks more like a drainage ditch) and rebuild a bridge to prevent future flooding of some building on the campus. Apparently we the people of TV land need to pray for the insurance company because they’ve deemed it necessary to cancel the University’s flood insurance policy after a flood did many dollars in damage.

Oh and we should pray for 800 people to pay $1000 so they can put their name on the bridge to mark their donation – the donation of course will help pay for the new bridge’s construction.

I think this is all weird. I’m not linking to any of these people – if you want to find out how to give I’m afraid you’ll have to do your own search.

I just enjoyed watching the guy in a suit (not Oral himself) walk around and map out the changes in the landscape, kinda like that landscape guy on HGTV. I might have been confused about whether or not it was one of those garden makeover shows – if not for the flashing 800 number where a Visa or MasterCard donation could ensure my spot in heaven. Or at least my name on a bridge.

Atwitter
Babies are tough – but I’m starting to think baby showers are tougher. We’re holding my sister’s shower in a few weeks and I’m not sure we’re going to pull it off. First, no one is officially hosting it – which is a huge problem when organizing. I’m supposed to help plan it but the chief coordinator is no where to be seen and I think I’m going to be roped into cooking. Gads!

And to top it all off, after a prolonged period of serious negotiation, I’m flying to NJ immediately after the shower to attend an engagement party that my future in-laws are hosting. I think it’ll be okay – as long as I can say nice things to myself.

Apparently I’m not the only one who worries about showers – there’s a list of dos and don’ts every shower attendee should follow. And of course the obligatory questions to someone who probably aspires to be like Martha.

Spider-man, Spider-man pt. 2
I’ve been thinking about Spider-man. I have to admit that I was a tiny bit disappointed. But, I’ll live. Anyway, as for Sam Raimi’s distinct visual style – I can describe it like something that floats along just under the surface of the water and pops up from time to time to remind you that he’s there.

The opening credits are strongly reminiscent of Raimi’s opening sequences in both Evil Dead II and Army of Darkness (both are fine films). And the scene where Peter Parker wracks his brains to develop his Spidey costume is like – I’ll call it an homage – to the scene where Ash builds a catapult in Army of Darkness. It’s just a few things – the swinging through the canyons, the unexpected splat in the wall – a la Bruce Campbell -- made me laugh.

I think Raimi wanted to have fun and I think he did. I just thought the film lost steam part way through (sometime after the confrontation between Parker and the carjacker). I didn’t see much of the same giddy joy or heart – but it was still an enjoyable flick. I’ll keep my hopes up for the sequel.

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