Close Encounters

I saw very few movies when I was growing up, maybe three or four before I was in high school. One was a Jodie Foster movie--I think that must have been for someone's birthday. Anyway, one of the movies I saw was Close Encounters. Though I remembered almost nothing, I carried around an image of a guy sculpting a mountain and a vague impression that it was a happy movie.

Ha.

I watched it again tonight (instead of doing anything remotely productive) and sure enough, there was the mountain. Smack dab in the middle of the guy's living room. Why did anyone ever think that made sense? But, somehow, it was a great movie. I don't know if I would say it was happy, exactly. I mean, the guy did go off into the wild blue yonder without a word to his freaked-out family, but no one got eaten or anything.

In other news: TFL is traveling for work (not to anywhere exciting) and I am going through Board applications, trying to decide who I think would be good for which positions. What a crapshoot it is! Sadly, everyone emailed in their applications. I'm telling you, we should have stuck with hard copies. It would have been much easier for them to slip bribes in with their applications that way.

Comments

[Chris]

So you could get practice refusing bribes, I am sure.

[ckm]

A joke, RIGHT??? (Just kidding. I know you fairly well.)