I-Robot

I figured I should do this before the waves really start coming around. There's another media release hitting the local news stations today/night dealing with the case and serving in hope of helping to bring in tips from witnesses (assuming there might actually be someone else) or whatever anyone has to offer in relation to finding these bastards who stole not only a wallet that could not have possessed more then 40 dollars, a cell phone and a life - and by life I mean an ONLY Son, a Brother, a Friend for many lives, a Student, a Hard Worker, a Comedian, a Vibrant, Brilliant, intelligent, passionate, Creative, Never wasted a moment of his life and truly helped others enjoy there's to an extent some would not believe. And the list may grow longer in a week or two. I mean I've left out allot and there still maybe more left to discover.... You get the idea.

The Following is a quick review on I-Robot; (it will be followed with a short rant on how I ended up seeing I-Robot instead of Cat Woman)
I can't sit here and say I-Robot is the worst movie I have ever seen... I might compare it a bit to the third Matrix Movie; Revolution, but in all honesty it's still ranks below that and a few other movies on my top 10 worst list. I might post that one day, expect I-Robot to make #10, unless I make a top 20, then maybe only a #15. Anyways, I-Robot is a creative, not necessarily good, but very creative furtuistic movie that stars Will Smith, duh. Who plays the main character, Detective Spooner. As some of you may have guessed in his usual style, Smith's character is yet again, the odd man out, who in the end is the right man for the job (reference Wild Wild West and MIB) I don't want to give away to much of the story, but I will say it has a happy ending, though personaly I feel if the movie had ended about 10 or 15 minutes before it actually did... I wasn't timing the film, I had a watch, but at that point my eyes jumped between the screen and J.S., who seemed to  experience some 'bad movie nausea' - I assume, given the fact that he kept the gigantic tub, half way full of popcorn clutched in his hands, just in case the ending really did go to far. For his review click HERE. - But anyways if it had ended just about 10 minutes sooner, I may have been able to leave thinking "I'm a Will Smith Fan, so I can say that is one of his worst movies. Sure the acting wasn't bad, just the story. Over all the CGI was good - if you like that sort of thing, but it's not the worst movie I've sat through this year."  But alas the movie kept going and it went a step to far with the climax, the happy 'Firends Hand Shake' between 'Sonny' and Spooner could have gone with out, but it didn't. And then it went about 3 more steps to far past to far. And so I can't. A few of the jokes - you know the one liners that make a Will Smith movie, a Will Smith Movie, like the soon to be very frequently quoted 'allergy BS' line along with the 'Told Ya So' line fell some what short of my expectations - but apparently no one elses as everyone laughed aloud as they were delivered with the Smith Style. Well every one else, excludes my self and J.S. - I may have enjoyed it just slightly more then him, or have seen far worse movies then he. I do admit the scene where Bridget Moynahan's character fires a 'big gun' at Spooner as he's being attacked with her eyes closed is kind of funny, my pick for the film at least. And finally in comparison to movies like The Hulk, and some Star Wars and Matrix sccens, I-Robot had very good CGI over all. Though being a fan of movies like Van Helsing and HellBoy, one can see my point of view where Computer Generated Imaging is concerned, special effects are an Art First, and computer program Last.   Over all, I would give I-Robot 2 stars (**) because at least the people working on it did a fairly good job with the story they had to work with. For more information click HERE.

Following as stated:
One the other side of life, here's an idea on last nights trip to the movie went: I come home from work, I clean a little, I fall asleep for about an hour (I've been really tired as of late) wake up, take my shower and right as I'm getting out of the shower my phone rings. So I run to it, soaking wet with a towel wrapped - and I use that term loosely - around me, answering the phone about a half-a-ring before my answering machine would. It's 'Alpha Pirate/J.S.', which is really good, considering we had vaguely agreed to meet up for the sneak peek of Cat Woman, to which I had won tickets too and since our communications skills left us both kind of sitting at home last Saturday night instead of across town at the fish-fry like we thought we'd be, we decided that this would make a good 'make-up' for conversation sake. So after talking with him for a short while, where my absent minded nature really started to show it's klutzy face, we finally set a time and a place to meet. Here comes the fun part... I hang up, and begin to leave my room so I could blow dry my dripping wet hair, I only really make two steps if that before my foot lands on a thumb tack that apparently I didn't see for however long it's been on my floor - and yes it drives the 'tack' end down to the skin. Thank God for my bad luck, my child hood and young adult life has been littered with memories of fish hooks, tooth picks and even a wooden stake or two having to be pulled from the bottoms of my feet (yes I watch where I step, but some things aren't always easy to see) so pulling the tack out didn't really hurt. But tending to it and walking on it is where the pain comes in - I can only hope J.S. didn't fully notice any limping, that's a story I really didn't want to use as an opening 'Ello.
But I'm finally dry, dressed and out the door. And thanks to construction in Houston, there is not a single street where you wont encounter some kind of traffic, still some how I manage to reach the coffee shop with in 'said time frame. ' Some small talk, and we head out for the movies, arriving just shy of 30 minutes before show time. I knew we had to get there early, but I had no idea how many people were actually showing up. The line snaked around as if it were a new Star Wars or Matrix movie. And we had only reached the part of the line where we actually stood next to a vinal-rope, when the security at the very front of the line announced "Only Ten Seats Left!" ... So we of course turn and walk away. It didn't sound like the brightest idea DC has ever had and neither of us seemed completely level with the idea of the security check ahead of us anyways.
Still the evening didn't end there, we  sat a spell to watch I-ROBOT... I haven't seen a movie that bad since the Third Matrix film.. But don't let my opinion stop you from seeing it. I will say this, I was a bit worried about not having much to really talk about with J.S., I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep up, I admit there are certain people in this world I view as challenges, he's one of them. And after recent elevations with my stress levels, I wasn't sure I had the energy to hang out and converse with a Leo. But thanks to that movie, we had plenty to talk about! It was a short ride back to the coffee shop, but not quiet one. Though I did cut the evening off a bit short, skipping out on a last round of coffee, it was a long ride home all things considered and a scene in I-ROBOT had some memories vividly revisiting my conscious mind, what can I say sometimes make-up artist do a kick ass job where blood is concerned - long live corn syrup.
Go Home, Go To Bed, Wake Up, Go To Work, Run Errands, Go Back To Work and do it all while fighting of mild spats of depression and some mild waves - in retrospect. Belive me, I left allot out about the evening... Maybe if I get really board I'll come back - add and edit.

Whatever Tomorrow Brings... Spiral Out... Wave On...