Little Girls

Evie performing one of her favorite songs from Annie. I think it would make an excellent audition tape.

(I should also mention that she’s never actually seen Annie, so any body language is her own.)

Movie Review: World War Z

Sara had planned to take me to see the much anticipated World War Z for our anniversary, but our plans were ruined by a little unexpected mishap, so I’m just now getting around to seeing it.

Sara and I don’t get to see a lot of movies in the theater. In fact, the last time we saw a movie was actually January 2012. And actually, when we watch movies at home we have to move the couch close enough to be able to see the screen on our tiny tv. So keep in mind that the enormous, high-definition screen and hyper-realistic sound system kind of seem like magic to me, and that probably colors my experience just a little bit.

First off, I loved the book and I was really looking forward to the movie. It turns out that, aside from the title, there is literally no other connection between the book and the movie. Not a one. No characters, plot, scenarios, nothing. That’s kind of a shame, because I think the book would have made a really cool movie. The book is much more documentary-style vignettes as the zombie apocalypse sweeps across the world, which would have been a really unique look and feel.

That being said, I LOVED this movie! So good. The beginning (always the best part of any zombie movie) very skillfully built the tension and kept it high. Despite having watched many, many zombie movies, my heart was pounding and I was totally sucked in. The middle was great. It swept across the world and showed reactions in so many different ways, being very epic in a way most zombie movies never attempt to be. And finally, the ending was plausible and very satisfying in a way that I didn’t necessarily expect. Like I said, I loved it.

And the whole way home I was eyeing up both people and dark alleys suspiciously.

I knew going in that the movie was nothing like the book, and I’m sure that helped me enjoy it. Instead of sitting there comparing them, I tried to pretend this was an entirely different zombie movie altogether, and it worked. And honestly, it’s probably better that they didn’t try to include more from the book, because if you have just a few things it only highlights the discrepancies. Why they decided to use the name “World War Z” instead of just making it unrelated I guess we’ll never know, but I can enjoy them both for their own merits.

My all time favorite zombie movie is the Dawn of the Dead remake from 2004. World War Z ranked right up there with it. I don’t think there was enough that was really “new” to unseat Dawn of the Dead, but honestly, that’s probably more a product of the timing. If I had seen this movie first and Dawn of the Dead 8 years later, I probably would have liked this more. “Fast zombies” were still new when Dawn of the Dead came out (remember, 28 Days Later had only come out 2 years before), and the whole concept just seemed so fresh and awesome. However, World War Z is a modern movie with top notch production and the special effects, acting, and just general craft of the movie are very well done, meaning that cinematically speaking it’s probably the superior movie, just not as groundbreaking.

However, I do have to give them a little bit of credit here. World War Z is not gory. A non-gory zombie movie! Zombie movies are specifically designed to gross you out with as much disgusting blood and guts as possible, but they managed to maintain the tension and terror without it, implying it and doing most of it off-screen. Superbly done! I wouldn’t have thought it possible if I hadn’t just seen it. In fact, they do it so well, that I didn’t even notice it wasn’t gory until halfway through the movie.

So, World War Z, highly recommended, both the book and the movie (since they are two entirely different things).

Quote Monday is a ring bear

Ollie: “My bear costume came by the UPS.”
Me: “It’s not actually a bear costume though, it’s a ring bearer outfit. It’s just pants, a shirt, and a tie.”
Ollie: “But, my bear costume…”
Me: “Ring bearer. It’s not furry.”
Ollie: “It’s just bear costume for short. It’s ring bearer costume for long.”

Ollie: “I won’t die when I’m an ‘Ollie’…I’ll die when I’m a ‘Grandpa'”.

Me: “Is this your diaper, or mama’s diaper?”
Ollie: “No, that’s my diaper. Mama doesn’t wear diapers.”
Sara: “Not yet!”

::Evie catching butterflies::
Evie: “I told all the butterflies that I was having a butterfly class, and this one volunteered. But now I’m NOT going to have a butterfly class!”
::cackling evilly::
Me: “You better watch out. If word gets around to the butterflies that you’re tricking them, they’re not going to listen to you anymore.”
Evie, carelessly: “Oh, they can’t hear me all the way over here. Except this one, and he’s going to die.”

Congratulations Nathan and Amanda!

Congratulations to my baby brother on his wedding!

It was a wonderful day which went off perfectly without a hitch. Everything was so beautiful and I think it was the most fun I’ve ever had at a wedding. The families meshed perfectly and everybody got along smashingly.

wedding shot

 

Unfortunately for Amanda, she married this guy…

Spider Groom

…But it wasn’t all bad I suppose.

The kids both had the time of their lives. And yes, this “Ring Bear”…

Ring Bear

 

… is sleeping with his ring bearer’s pillow tonight.

Congratulations again!

just married

Break-in Follow-up

Since the break-in at our house, everybody has been asking me the same question: what are we going to do about it?

The short answer? Nothing.

In the aftermath of the whole thing, I expected to feel very unsafe. The fact is, I never felt it. I’m sure losing so little has a lot to do with it, but honestly I don’t feel any different today than I did before this happened. It’s just a thing that happened.

Yes, we talked about putting bars on the basement windows. We haven’t ruled it out. But at the end of the day, if someone wants to get in, they’ll get in. We’re not going to bar up every window of our house, and there are plenty of windows they could break if they wanted to. Heck, they could just stand outside and break windows, and that would probably be costlier than anything they could steal.

Honestly, if I felt like we needed bars on our windows, then I think we shouldn’t be living here anymore. But I don’t feel like that. I feel like some stupid kids did something dumb, and it could have happened anywhere. First and foremost, don’t blame Chicago. Everyone who doesn’t live in Chicago gets a look on their face like, “Well, that’s what you get for living in Chicago!”

Look, statistically speaking there are probably more break-ins in Chicago, but there are a lot of factors in that; you have to look at it on a per capita basis, you have to factor in neighborhood and habits and personal associations. Even after all of that, we might still be more statistically likely to have a break-in, but I bet the difference is smaller than you think. And certainly anecdotally I know of at least two break-ins that were much worse and happened in much smaller towns: one with 2.3% of the population of Chicago, and one with 1.1% the population.

I think you also have to look at the cost of “preventative measures”. There’s always more you can do to “protect” your home, but is it really worth it? The window would have been broken in any case; would it have been worth $1000 to save $30 in stolen items? Is it worth creating an atmosphere of terror and paranoia for the kids to save *any* amount of money? My happiness and well-being would be negatively affected by surrounding myself with security measures and bars on my windows. I don’t know what my happiness and well-being is worth, but I’m certain it’s worth more than any object my house has to offer.

At the end of the day, it was just a thing that happened. It could happen again, or it could not. Maybe I could have prevented it, maybe I could not. Maybe next time it could be worse; they could have stolen more, or damaged more, or we could have been home. I could get mugged or hit by a stray bullet. But I also could be hit by a car, or hit by a falling anvil, or contract antibiotic resistant MRSA. You can not 100% ensure your safety.

So the question is, do I spend my time between now and then living in fear, or do I forget about it and move on? I think you already know the answer to that question.