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I already skip Starbucks whenever possible, because I’m into the “support your local coffeehouse” thing and, also, Starbucks’ coffee tastes like ass in comparison to my local coffeehouse’s. Except when you need that oh-so-delicious ice cream shake Frappucino.
Well, not so much. Starbucks uses rBGH milk (from cows treated with rBGH hormone) in its products.
Pass. Just remember: that milk making your Frappucino might have had pus in it! Yum, eh?
Darin is quite the busy little bee this week, so instead of our usual Date Night™ I went out by myself. We have done this a few times before — most memorably when it was NaNoWriMo and I wanted to write, so Darin took himself to see a movie he’d never convince me to go to, Team America: World Police. Afterward he came into the Santana Row Starbucks where I’d been writing and said, “You dodged a bullet.”
Well, I won’t go quite so far as to say he dodged a bullet on The Da Vinci Code, but he doesn’t need to go see it, either. It’s long — two and a half hours, even with Tom Hanks (whom I really like), is easily half an hour too much — it’s ponderous, and it’s pretty silly. I don’t really remember much of the book, other than thinking, “Wow, the guys who wrote Holy Blood, Holy Grail should totally sue.” (They did, and look how that turned out for them. I’m not a damn lawyer, people!) So whatever I have to say about this is completely based on the movie.
Upsides of the movie: actors actually getting to act smart. Downsides: the story doesn’t make any damn sense.
No, I’m not even talking about the Grand Conspiracy part of the story not making sense. I figure every movie has at least one gimme, and in the case of The Da Vinci Code it’s “There’s a really powerful conspiracy out to suppress the truth.” (I knew someone who couldn’t watch Face Off because, as she put it, “You can’t take someone’s face off.” Well, if you can’t give them that, there’s no point in watching the movie.) No, there’s one looming story question that bugged me during the movie, and it bugs me now.
In case you’re new to our planet and haven’t heard about it, The Da Vinci Code is the story of Robert Langdon (Tom Hanks) as he uncovers the grand conspiracy by the Catholic Church to suppress the information that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene and founded a dynasty. As the characters point out about twenty thousand times during the movie, the Church has been actively working to erase this information and all of the evidence for it for approximately two thousand years. We’re talking Crusades. We’re talking the Inquisition. We’re talking the Illuminati, okay?
So why is this story happening right now?
I have no idea what starts the killing spree/chase for the Grail on this day that Our Hero gets caught up in. If the movie has an explanation for why the Grand Master and the three Seneschals of the Priory of Sion have to be murdered right now I missed it. There’s something about how the Priory was going to reveal the Heir at the Millennium, but according to my watch that was six years ago and no Heir was revealed, so what’s the rush? In fact, once you think about it, the entire story doesn’t happen unless Robert Langdon is involved, which is kind of like, “Let’s build the train station here because this is where the train stops” instead of the other way around. Cleverly there’s so much going on that we don’t really have time to think about that, but please: it is to give the headache.
(My secondary plot problem is: how does Sophie know her grandfather’s been murdered, and how does she know to show up and save Langdon? No, one erased line of blood doesn’t cover it. But I can’t even begin to contemplate the plot problems with that part.)
Tom Hanks doesn’t have much to do except act smart (which he appears to do okay). Audrey Tautou looks confused and upset most of the time. Sir Ian McKellan, would you like béarnaise sauce with that scenery? Actually, he’s hilarious, and definitely the best thing in the movie. Jean Reno: extremely French. (And how about those French cops, eh? They’re made out to be the world’s stupidest cops, seriously. They bring their number one suspect to the crime scene to spur him into a confession? The entire force leaves to go chasing Langdon’s GPS tracker? Seriously? Bad cop, no pain au chocolat.)
It would have been a much better movie if it had been a mite faster and had more of the history along the way. The whole pursuit thing — not really that interesting.
Recently we’ve been on a home improvement kick. We’re seriously thinking about remodeling the kitchen and all four bathrooms (and now that we’ve got a ballpark figure of how much that would cost, we’re…still thinking about it, but not exactly diving into the idea). While we were at the San Jose Home and Garden show, we bought some vintage European posters to hang up — I slightly freaked out at the price, but Darin said, “It’s not like we’ve maxed out our home decoration budget.” Or had one at all, in fact.
One of my big pet peeves was the ratty shed on the side of the house. It was small, and it was dark, and it had a giant hole in the roof, and we’d had how much rain this winter? We have no garage. We needed a bigger shed that wasn’t a collection area for rainwater and tree branches. Next to the shed was a dog run area with a tiny little dog house and lots of fencing. We don’t have a dog, and the fence made it hard to get in and out of the area.
I called Mr. Handyman to have the shed, dog run, and fence taken down. And I called 1-800-Got-junk to haul the detritus away.
Of course, first I had to take everything out of the shed. Which I did. The bicycles, the moving boxes we still haven’t unpacked, lots of old paint cans (from the previous owner), and a saw (ditto). Since we have no garage, I put everything alongside the house — it would be fine there, because after all: the rainy season is over, right?
That rain last weekend? My bad. Who knew I’d found the exact steps of the 21st century rain dance?
The second half of the dance was completed with the party for Simon’s fourth birthday. I had rented the picnic area at the park two or three months ago, in order to get the spot right by the playground. Invitations went out during the heat wave of two weeks ago.
Then, last Friday: drizzle. I heard rain was forecast for Sunday. We were at an outdoors birthday party Friday afternoon, and the drizzle didn’t bother the kids one bit.
A little rain wouldn’t bother a bunch of four-year-olds. I plowed ahead with my plans.
The first half of the party was fine — overcast, a little drizzly now and then, but the kids seemed to be having fun.
Then, when it came time for the food, it started to rain a little harder. I had bought a lawn tent at Walgreen’s, thinking, “I won’t need this! I’ll just return it after the party!” Well, we hauled it out and set it up over the food table.
And not a moment too soon: the rain started coming down in buckets. The kids were around the picnic table, and the parents huddled around them. I hope it’s the kind of situation everyone looks back at and laughs. Either that or I’ve just ruined Simon’s chances for social advancement at his preschool.
(A poster the kids decorated was on the table. Within a minute after this shot the washable paints had totally washed away. Ah well.)