Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Edwina's insides were a rocky place where my seed could find no purchase

Last Friday we were at home, discussing what fun we could have while dad's being an absolute couch potato because he doesn't feel like doing squat. We had to get past suggestions like....we could play baseball. He could play second base. No, not the position...the bag. That and, we could plant him in the yard and see if dogs will pee on him. Once we got that out of the way, we got to...we could rent National Treasure 2. Well, since we were a day late and a Blockbuster short on that plan and all the copies were gone, we watched some TV movie with John Goodman in it. I guess it was the combination in my head....Nicholas Cage and John Goodman that brought it to the forefront. I pointed to the screen and said..."He was in Raising Arizona."

The youngster..."What?"
"Raising Arizona...the movie."
"What's that?"

Oh you have to be kidding...the youngster had never seen????? but I thought about it and...yeah, that's probably true. I'm guessing we never rented it while he was alive, and I don't remember seeing it on TV. I had a mission. How could I let this young man go through life without seeing Raising Arizona, one of the funniest movies ever.

I went to Blockbuster on Saturday and found a copy. All proud of myself, I brought it home. That night I put it in the DVD player. Somewhere around when Nathan Arizona is pitching unpainted furniture, the youngster looked at me and asked..."Does it start to pick up soon?"

"Pick up?? This is great stuff! What do you mean pick up?"

We got through the convenience store robbery for huggies. After Edwina picked up H.I. and they grabbed the huggies from the middle of the street, the youngster looked at me and asked, "Can we turn it off now? I don't think it's getting any better."

Well, if the huggies scene doesn't get it for you, I'm guessin' the lone biker of the apocalypse probably won't fare any better. Fine.

I was so disappointed. Here I thought I was sharing something really great from my past, and it was met with a yawn. I suppose I should get used to it. The generation gap was bound to make its presence known sooner or later, and some things I think are really cool won't be met with the same enthusiasm. It just hit me like a slap in the face though. Raising Arizona...boring. Who'da thunkit?

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Blogger Painter Lady said...

I recently experienced the same thing...the generation gap! I was watching the Beverly Hillbillies on a DVD collection last week...and it was so funny! The nephews heard me laughing and ran to see what was so funny. They didn't understand why it was in black and white...
and didn't find Granny fighting a kangeroo to be funny at all.

Maybe one day I'll explain the 'hillbillies' to them if they explain "Yin Yang Yo!"

8:01 AM  
Blogger JessieE said...

Oh my god, this reminds me of trying to get my kids to watch "Young Frankenstein" with me. You never saw two such humorless, bored kids in your life. I felt like SUCH a dork...and then I remembered... THEY'RE the dorks. :-)

So I Put The Candle Back.

9:52 AM  

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