What about the other ten months a year?

I don’t get summer blockbusters, or horses, but this time, more specifically summertime movies, and as usual I’m going to complain about why I think that the whole idea of summertime movies is dumb.

Think about what you would do, if you could, on a nice summertime day. You’re not going to want to be inside when it’s warm and sunny outside. In this great land where temperatures seem to fall to near absolute zero, the more time I can spend outside or at least cruising with the windows down is great. I’d rather not spend my hard earned ‘school money’ going to movie after movie, yet I do.

What about the other ten months a year that everything is covered with snow? Alright, so maybe it’s just nine, but it’s miserable. Those are the days that I would be willing to hop into a nice warm movie theater and spend the next two hours without my brain. Speaking of which, the summer is when I’m able to stop thinking. Without school or any kind of challenging work, I really don’t need a kung fu movie catalyst to turn off my frontal lobe, I can do that quite well on my own thank you very much. At least if the over-budget special effects movies came out during the school year, I can chalk it up to being a break from studying and not feel too bad when I start to drool and shove the greasy popcorn equivalent of eight big macs into my mouth.

No, instead Hollywood saturates the public with crappy movie after crappy movie, depending on star power and special effects to make people come, or the welcome escape from reality shows and reruns. Reality shows – why did that happen? Scripts are your friend.

But back to me yelling about the loads of movies. It’s actually decreased my imaginative capabilities to the point that I don’t know how else to spend my day. I mean, it’s late, I’m kinda tired, but I may as well go to a show, besides there’s that really great new one out…. NO! WHAUGH! If the hamlet I’m unfortunately associated with had any wildlife, I’d suggest visiting a park, having a makeshift game of sand tag, or once again attempt to feed geese pixie sticks, because in two months, the geese will be gone, (if Sherwood Park doesn’t kill them all before then), and it’ll be cold, very cold out.
My advice? Go out, work on your tan and not that eerie shade of green you’ve become after spending day after day under fluorescent lights, and enjoy the weather, you can always rent the movie later.