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xmas letter 2011: it’s the most wonderful time of the year

Friends and family, coast to coast: The McMullans wish you Feliz Navidad!

The new millennium is in its ‘tweens, and 2011 is coming to a close. Just like our own childhoods, it was an awkward year, one of character-building experiences for the US of A; Someone pulled out a can of Mace at a California Walmart during a Black Friday shopping frenzy. But, against all odds, Hollywood managed to churn out a halfway decent “Planet of the Apes” reboot. See? That’s American resolve. There’s hope for all of us yet.

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doing god’s work

I have a habit of using my email account as an online notepad. should I be sitting at work and I find online I find amusing, or important, I’ll save it into a draft.
like, for instance, important local news stories:

Zsa Zsa Gabor Morris arrested in Lake County on multiple warrants

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what’s happening in the trade

we have graduated from 50s-era British war movies to 1970s Jamaica, with “The Harder They Come.” I very much like the DC public library’s media section.

this movie has a ridiculous amount of kick-ass music in it. if you have spent any amount of time driving around in my truck, you’ve probably heard the soundtrack. it’s one of the dozen CDs I have in the cab. but if not, if you are unaware, click on this. make sure you have a towel handy, cause you’re gonna make a mess.

there’s a couple of scenes, right around the beginning of the second act, where Jimmy Cliff starts singing in the church choir so he can get close to the preacher’s daughter — and, hopefully, bang her. and the camera rolls on about three solid minutes of a preacher testifying, his call-and-response with the faithful, and then the entire singing a gospel hymn. and it’s interspersed with these two kids making eyes at one another, flashes of sex,  juxtaposing faith and lust. er, maybe not lust, but passion, rather — or one interpretation of it, at least.

no, it’s lust. definintely lust. click on the picture above to see a chunk of it. it will make you want to get up and dance.

they’ll bury Bob Knight a bitter man

I got “Bridge on the River Kwai” going.

it’s too quiet in this place. and I need some new movies. no disrespect to Sir Alec Guinness and company, of course. it just is what it is. honest to god, I associate him with this movie before I think of “Star Wars.”

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