OK.

I realize that what I’m about to say could be considered heresy by many, but I just can’t keep this thought to myself any longer:

How can anyone possibly enjoy listening to Bruce Springsteen? Especially 1970s-era Springsteen?

I’ve tried so hard for years to appreciate, if not truly like, his music. Really, I have. You know, since he’s a Jersey boy and all. I know people who wax endlessly poetic about him, that he’s an icon, blahblahblah.

But man, whenever I hear his voice, I just want to slit my wrists. To me, his singing resembles that of a drunken bricklayer’s who has commandeered the mike at Friday night karaoke in some dive bar. Tuneless, without any dynamics whatsoever, and just plain shitty.

If Hell exists, my own personal concept of it would be a place that plays an endless loop of The Boss.

Sorry, folks.

Labels: deep thoughts, music

I usually don't write about terribly personal things on here, but this has been weighing on my mind for a while now and I needed to get it out.

If you've either been a longtime reader of this blog, or if you've ever just delved back into the archives here, you may remember this post I wrote way back in January 2006 about a friend of mine.

We had been talking more frequently throughout the autumn of last year and I'd known that he was still deep in the throes of his addictions, but having been through it before, I also knew that there was nothing I could do but stand back and watch. It was heart-wrenching and frustrating and scary to be in such a helpless position.

After the new year, I'd stopped hearing from him. For over two months, it was as if he'd totally dropped off the face of the planet, and I felt completely sick about it. I knew that his lack of communication with me had to signal his absolute descent into darkness. I even worried that he was dead.

Then one day in mid-March, my cell phone rang. It was him. He was a wreck: bawling hysterically, telling me he'd done something really awful.

"Did you kill someone?" I asked him tentatively.

"No," he sniffled. "You know I'd never do that."

"Well then, it couldn't be that bad," I replied. "Just tell me what's going on. You know I've been your friend forever, and there's nothing that you could tell me that would change that."

He went on to describe the existence he'd been leading in the past several months. Living on the streets intermittently, getting high with his girlfriend and god knows who else, having the electricity and gas shut off in the home they rented together.

Desperate, he decided one day to steal some blank payroll checks from his employer. He told me he forged a check large enough to cover the utility payments, but I had my doubts about that. After all, he was an addict, and addicts will do just about anything to finance their habits.

Of course, he got caught. He lost his job and his employer pressed charges.

Sobbing, he told me that he was going to go away for a long time, and that he just wanted me to know about it.

I'd never heard him sound so distraught in all the years I'd known him. I immediately left work that day and went to see him.

His appearance shocked and terrified me. David had always been lanky, but now he was nearly skeletal. He looked so filthy that I even hesitated to hug him. His clothes were stained and pocked with cigarette burns. His work boots were blackened, and the soles were coming loose. His lips were cracked and his skin ashy. The thing that scared me the most was the wild look in his eyes. I'd never, ever seen him like that before.

I only spent about an hour with him that day. I took him to Wawa and, telling him that he looked like he needed a meal, bought him a hoagie and a soda, both of which he refused. Most of our visit was comprised of him sobbing and wailing and me feeling about a million different emotions and not knowing exactly how to respond to him.

When I left him, I told him to take care of himself and to let me know if he needed anything.

Twenty-four hours later, he attempted suicide.

He swallowed a large amount of several different kinds of prescription drugs. Mostly anti-psychotics. Lithium.

No one I've known (at least not to my knowledge) has ever tried to kill themselves. This was a life-changing event for me to witness. The most horrible thing about it for me was that I didn't even know about it until a week later.

I hadn't heard from him and figured that he had probably turned himself in to the police. But one morning, exactly a week after I'd seen him, I got a voicemail on my cell phone. In the message, he sounded completely out of it, and he stated that he'd had a "little accident" but that things were going to be fine.

On a hunch, I immediately called the hospital closest to his house and asked for him. For some reason I've always had a weird connection to him. Probably because we've known each other for so long.

My heart rate shot into hyperspeed when the operator confirmed that he was there and connected me to his room.

He told me what had happened, and I just sat there listening, open-mouthed. He told me that he knew what he'd have to do. No more drinking. No more drugs. No more girlfriend. He'd have to move back to his mom's house, maybe go to rehab, and work on rebuilding his life.

Gently, I asked, "What about NA? Are you going to start going to meetings?"

"Absolutely," he answered. "I need help. I finally realize that, Lori."

As of today, I am happy to report that he has been substance-free for almost seven months. This is a major accomplishment for him, as it's the first time he's been clean and sober since he was twelve years old.

He started going to NA meetings every day after he got out of the hospital. He got a sponsor there and has made friends with other recovering addicts.

Also, he has been rehired as a dialysis technician for a company that had previously fired him and had labeled him as "unrehireable."

He has started patching up relationships with his family.

And he went to court this summer and completely avoided jail time. Instead, he was made to pay fines and to perform sixty-four hours of community service, which I believe he has already completed.

He and I have drifted apart somewhat as he has been creating a new life for himself. But I am incredibly proud of him no matter what. I always believed in him, and I always knew that he could do this if he really, really wanted it badly enough.

So this agnostic has to admit to herself that sometimes, miracles really do happen.

Labels: deep thoughts, friends, life events, memories

...you're thrilled that Wegman's is coming to your area.

Sigh.

One month from today, I'm turning 30.

For the record (and to prove that I'm not totally lame), the shopping center in which Wegman's will be built will also include the following stores:

Dick's Sporting Goods
DSW Shoe Warehouse
PF Chang's
LNT
Barnes and Noble
American Eagle
Kenneth Cole
J.Jill
White House/Black Market
Banana Republic
Ann Taylor
Bath & Body Works
Bombay Company
Victoria's Secret
ULTA
PetSmart
Yankee Candle
...and my VERY favorite...Panera Bread!

Not to mention the new outlet center that's opening in November, which is about a four-minute drive from my house.

I find myself a little conflicted about the onslaught of commercial and residential development in my region. It's sad to see some of the currently thickly-wooded land being razed, but at the same time I appreciate the fact that I won't have to truck all the way down to King of Prussia or Exton to go shopping.

Anyway, my township has a pretty decent open-space preservation program, so I think we'll always be a bit more semi-rural than most of the surrounding areas.

Labels: deep thoughts, life events, local news, premature mid-life crisis

Teri's next question for me:

If you could do one thing to change the world, what would it be?

I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this worrrrrrldddd....

Kidding! Just throwing in a little levity here, because I'm feeling so goofy tonight from all the stress I've been dealing with in my life lately.

Anyhoo...I just read a very profound quote the other day, attributed to Anonymous (that clever person!), about this very topic.

Everyone talks about changing the world, but nobody talks about changing themselves.

Too true!

It's so easy, not to mention much less painful, for us to focus on external problems.

So if I could do one thing to change the world, I would work on changing my attitude. That's the only thing I can control. If I change my attitude, I could change my behavior, and hopefully be a positive influence on the people around me.

In other words, lead by example.

Simple, but not easy, huh?

Labels: deep thoughts

Teri's next question for me:

If the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World were still around, which one would you most like to see?

This one is a no-brainer for me! The only "ancient wonder" that is still in existence is the Great Pyramid at Giza, and that is definitely what I want to visit!

I've been interested in Egyptology since I was young. NERD ALERT!! From grades three through seven, I took part in a special supplementary program at school called ATP (Academically Talented Program...geez, wasn't I just SO SPECIAL? Not.). Once a week during the school day, I would get on a bus with three or four of my classmates and spend a few hours at the school district's Intermediate Unit.

ATP was so freaking cool. We got to do all kinds of stuff that we never would've had the chance to do in our "real" classes. In fourth grade, we spent half the year learning about the Milky Way. The final project required us to learn how to write a music program in Basic on the computer and to write a poem that tied into the specific planet of our choosing. I picked a piece from Gustav Holst's "The Planets" and somehow managed to write a Basic program on my little Radio Shack Tandy PC that synchronized my poem to the music.

Anyway, in fifth grade, we studied ancient Egyptian life and culture in ATP. Part of our studies included learning how to read and write basic hieroglyphics. It was unbelievably fun! Here's a site where you can see your name in hieroglyphics. One of these days, I'm going to get myself a little gold cartouche charm with my name in hieroglyphics.

Later, when I was 18, the second tattoo I got (of the five that I have) was a blue Egyptian ankh...the symbol for life and immortality. It's on my left shoulder blade.

My friend PJ has actually been to the Pyramids and I must admit I am incredibly envious of her for that reason! Someday I hope to make it there myself. The closest I've ever been to the Pyramid is when my mom and I stayed at the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas in 2003! Not quite the same thing, though...

Hope everyone's well! And apologies to Teri for my serious slacking-off!

Labels: childhood, deep thoughts, friends, memories, tattoos

Teri has come to my rescue! I've been stressing about quality blog topics lately, and she has presented me with five personalized interview questions to answer!
Instead of trying to address all five in one post, as I do tend to get a little verbose, I'm going to dedicate one post to each question. So without further ado...here's Teri's first question for me and my response!

If you could change your current career, what would you do?

This is tough because it’s such an open-ended question. I’m not sure if I should work under the assumption that, whatever career I choose, I would have sufficient training, schooling, or experience in it. But since these are my questions to interpret however I want, I’ll just say that if I could change my career, I’d either be a writer or a chef.

Writing has been a critical part of my self-identity for as long as I can remember. I’ve been fascinated by language and expression since I was a little girl. I can identify three pivotal events in my life as a writer.

First, I got my first diary when I was in second grade. It was a small, square hardcover book with a photo of an orange tabby cat nestled in a tangle of red poppies on the cover. I was most enamored of the tiny lock on it that could only be opened by an even tinier brass key that I kept hidden in my jewelry box. I wrote in that diary faithfully, and that was really the beginning of my love affair with language. Now it's just hysterically funny to read back on my eight-year old self's musings.

Second, when I was in third grade, I came down with the chickenpox and had to stay home from school for about a week. My father felt bad for me because I was so bored and one night, he brought home a grab bag of goodies for me. One of the grab bag items was a fifty-page book with illustrations on every other page that had blank lines on the opposite page on which I could write a story that corresponded with the drawings. The illustrations depicted a dog that had been abducted by friendly aliens and taken back to their home planet, and I wrote the entire story in about three hours, loving every minute of it.

Third, when I was in sixth grade, I got a Brother electronic word processor from my parents for Christmas. Instantly, I was enthralled by it and that’s when I began writing in earnest. There was something magical about seeing my words come together on the tiny four-line dot matrix screen, and since then, I’ve always preferred writing via typing rather than longhand. I can type much faster than I can write. At that age, most of the stuff that was produced on that word processor were stories about my best friend and I bumping into the New Kids on the Block at our local carnival—imagine that!!—being spirited off to Boston to meet their parents and then ultimately accepting their marriage proposals (her favorite was Joe; mine was Jon. I always liked the dark, shy ones!).

As an only child, I spent a lot of time trying to entertain myself. Writing was always there for me. So if I could make a stable, reliable living from writing, that’s what I’d be doing right now.

As for the chef idea...well, I just like to cook. I find it both relaxing and extremely satisfying. Of course, if I had to do it day in and day out for a living, maybe I'd feel differently.

Teri, I hope I did your first question justice. I'll be back to answer your next question!

Labels: childhood, deep thoughts, memories, work, writing

I'm shamelessly taking this from Teri's blog...

Five Questions

What is the single best piece of advice you’ve ever been given, and who gave it?

Ha. I don’t take advice well…mostly because I’m the kind of person who likes to figure things out for herself. A few years back, I was taking a business management class online and had to read The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz for the class discussion. This book blew me right out of the frickin’ water. So here are the four agreements (and yes, I’m cheating because I consider it all one “piece” of advice!):

Be impeccable with your word - Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.
Don’t take anything personally - Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.
Don’t make assumptions - Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.
Always do your best - Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.

What was the last thing you purchased for yourself, and what do you think you will purchase next?

I bought myself an automatic iced tea maker and love it. Yes, I’m a dork. My next major purchase will be either a mountain bike or satellite radio. Or both. Still not sure.

In your humble opinion, the Best! Invention! Ever! Is…

Modern plumbing. Gotta love it. I’m totally grateful for that every single day.

What makes Lori happy? What makes Lori sad?

I’m a fairly happy person, and I try to find joy in everything I do. Happiness is a choice, and it’s a brave choice, I think…it’s much easier to stay miserable and bitch about how unhappy you are than to consciously work at being happy. Don’t you think?

That being said, music makes me VERY, VERY happy, and I couldn’t imagine life without it. The internet makes me happy. My family and friends make me happy. Animals make me happy. Beautiful weather makes me happy. Reading a good book makes me happy. Writing makes me happy. Cooking, gardening, learning new things, working out, doing crossword puzzles, taking long walks…all very good stuff.

The older I get, the more I realize that material things don’t factor too much into the happiness equation. At least not for me.

Death of loved ones saddens me. Needless suffering. Child and animal abuse not only make me sad, but piss me the hell off, too. The news saddens me most of the time…I’ve voluntarily given that up for the moment…it’s just too much for me to handle.

What character on TV do you identify with most?

TV’s crap and I try to avoid it as much as I can, unless it’s educational. And let’s not broach the embarrassing topic of my American Idol addiction.

So I really couldn’t answer this question. Sorry!

I'm tagging anyone who wants to play...

Labels: deep thoughts, family, friends, music, TV, writing

I'm officially tagging MYSELF from LiveLee's meme. So without further ado, here are TEN THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. I am a reformed smoker. July 30, 2007 will be my sixth year of being nicotine-free. Quitting smoking was definitely the hardest thing I've ever done in my entire life. And I still get the odd urge every once in a great while. But I know that I don't have to give in to it.

2. I've kept a diary since I was in second grade. I have stacks of books at home that track my life from pretty much age 8. Sometimes I read back on my very first diary and laugh my ass off. I was a pretty precocious child.

3. Keeping on the writing theme: I've been working on something (not sure how I want to categorize it at the moment, so I'm not going to label it) for the past several months. I've written around 42,000 words so far. Fiction. We'll see where it goes. I haven't shown it to anyone yet, not even my husband. It's kind of like my baby. I'm not sure I want anyone to scrutinize it just yet.

4. Living in a hotel for the past two weeks for my new job hasn't been bad, but I'll tell you what has been really difficult: eating out at restaurants three meals a day, five days a week! I never thought I'd say it, but I'm about ready for a home-cooked meal.

5. I love to sing and I sing constantly. I'm not very good, but what I lack in talent, I like to think I make up for in enthusiasm. I especially like to sing in the car. At the top of my lungs. Currently I've been singing along with Alicia Keys' Unplugged on my iPod.

6. For most of my life, I've been pretty certain that I wasn't interested in having kids, but in the past several months I've started feeling like I'm ready. Not sure what's prompted this change, but I'm hoping that 2007 is the year for procreation. (Hear that, honey? Step it up!!)

7. My greatest fear in life is losing loved ones, especially my parents. I'm not really afraid of dying, but sometimes I think about my parents' inevitable deaths and I get very upset. So I try to enjoy every moment that I can with them because I know someday they won't be around.

8. My biggest goal in life is to be happy. In every possible way. I'd like to think that I've been pretty successful in that regard. Overall, I'm pretty damn cheerful and I think of myself as a positive realist.

9. One emotion that I just cannot understand is envy/jealousy. I have rarely felt either. I don't pay much attention to what other people have versus what I have. It's a very foreign concept to me. I guess I'm lucky that way. I tend to focus more on living a life that is meaningful to me, and the only person I'm really interested in competing against is myself. If that makes any sense.

10. The thing that makes me most angry is when people don't listen. That includes people who interrupt, people who try to conduct a conversation with someone else when you're on the phone with them, and people who don't make a sincere effort to understand where someone else is coming from.

I'm tagging anyone who wants to be tagged. Good night!

Labels: accomplishments, deep thoughts, family, friends, life events, meme, memories, writing

Britney files for divorce.

The mystery is, why didn't she do it sooner?

Labels: celebrities, deep thoughts

Do you think it's maybe just a wee bit premature to have Christmas decorations littering your front lawn right now?

I took my regular walk last night and saw that one of our neighbors had every imaginable Christmas monstrosity already out and LIT UP on his property. You know what I mean...the huge, inflatable Christmas snowglobe, the illuminated, animatronic reindeer (creepy!), and icicle lights hanging from every eave of the house.

I was most amused by the fact that the house directly across the street still has its huge, inflatable Halloween jack-o'lantern on the front lawn.

It's almost as though they're competing to see whose front lawn can look the tackiest.

Labels: deep thoughts, holidays

Taken from If3 by Evelyn Macfarlane and James Sayer:

What is the single most sexy word in the English language?

Leave your response in the comment section.

Happy Friday!

Labels: deep thoughts

Excerpted from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock:

If you could wake up tomorrow having acquired any skill or trait, what would it be and why?

Leave your answer in the comment section.

Happy Friday!

Labels: deep thoughts

(no, I'm not wearing a black leather teddy with a thong and a jaunty cap while prancing around in front of hundreds of horny young Naval officers on a battleship)

Instead, I am TOTALLY stealing this from Teri's blog:

If you could go back in time and tell your 12-year old self ONE thing and one thing only, what would that one thing be?

The difficulty of the assignment? You cannot give that 12-year old you stock tips, lottery numbers, hints to purchase anything like Yahoo or Google, etc. Nothing that will make them infinitely rich.

Rather, the advice would be something for them either to avoid, or to go for, to change or remove from their life so there would be no regrets.

So, with that in mind...what would the adult YOU tell the 12-year old YOU right now to make their life fuller, happier and better?

Leave your answer in the comment section.

PS - Bonus points for anyone who can guess the reference at the top of my post in italics.

Labels: deep thoughts, memories

As I have mentioned about a thousand times already, I went to see Journey and Def Leppard in concert at the Tweeter Center in Camden, NJ on Friday night. My observations of the concert, in no specific order…

• First of all, Journey was fantastic—much better than I had expected. Many people were saying that their set wasn’t long enough, but I thought that playing for one and a half hours was plenty. The big surprise? They didn’t play “Open Arms.” The hell?!? How can you go to a Journey concert and NOT hear “Open Arms?” Other than that, they played all their big hits of the 80s, plus a slew of newer songs that I didn’t know.

• Where did all these mulletheads come from? I never see any guys with mullets these days, but there were TONS of ‘em at that concert. And women with huge, mall-chick hair and many acid-washed denim accessories: jackets, jeans, purses, backpacks.

• Def Leppard: fucking brilliant! They sounded great. Played all their hits, and some stuff from their latest album, YEAH!, in which they reworked 60s and 70s classics from Sweet, David Essex, and Badfinger. They looked great—especially Phil Collen, who I later learned is a kick-boxing vegan. Seriously, the man has the body of a 30-year old. Unbelievable! I was totally drooling. Joe still looks good, too.

• At one point during the show, the fortysomething guy to my right turns to me and says, “Wow! You sure are a big fan, huh? You’ve been singing every word to every song they’ve played so far!” OH YEAH, I replied. “So do you think they’ll do an encore?” he asks. Well, of COURSE they’ll do an encore, I told him. “What song do you think they’ll do?” Duh. Pour Some Sugar on Me, I shouted. Is there any other song that is more encore-appropriate than that???? Sure enough, after they exit the stage and the audience begins chanting, they reappear and do a fab rendition of “Sugar.” Am I good or what?!?!

• I am ever so glad that we had reserved seating. It started thunderstorming around 9 p.m. and I was concerned for the throng of people sitting in the lawn seats. Lightning scares me and I probably would’ve left the concert altogether if we were out in the open.

• $12.50 for a frozen strawberry daiquiri in a “souvenir” plastic guitar-shaped cup is way too much money, but I will still gladly pay it when it is 90 degrees and 100% humidity. Yuck.

• I got home around 2 a.m., waaaay later than I’ve stayed out (or even stayed up when I’m at home) in a very long time. I’m getting old. Seriously.

Labels: concerts, deep thoughts, Def Leppard, friends, music

Or, should I say, one of many:

"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

"Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think, say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill...

"The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we embrace for that day. We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play the one string we have, and that is our attitude.

"I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you. We are in charge of our attitudes."

Charles Swindoll

Labels: deep thoughts

I'm back, and I finally feel somewhat normal again. For two straight weeks after my grandpa died, I felt like I was in a total fog. I had the worst insomnia EVER, and sleeping is the one thing I truly excel at doing. It took me hours to fall asleep, and when I finally did, I was waking up intermittently throughout the night. I'm still having a bit of trouble sleeping, but not as much as before. But for the most part, it seems I've gotten back into my usual routine...going to the gym, cooking real meals, cleaning up the house, doing yardwork. Thankfully.

The weekend was mostly a washout, due to all the rain we got, so I did some housework on Saturday. Then I got sucked into watching VH-1's 100 Greatest Teen Stars. Seeing all those poster boys from Tiger Beat reminded me how completely boy-crazy I was, even as a little girl. Come to think of it, I'm still kinda boy-crazy. I just love men! I can't relate to women who stop looking at other men as soon as they're married, or even in a relationship. How is that possible? I am constantly checking guys out. And not just sexually--though I regularly encounter one or two guys I could imagine fucking within an inch of their lives, if I and/or they weren't married or otherwise attached. I can usually see at least a few redeeming qualities in most men, even those who wouldn't be considered conventionally attractive--especially if a guy can make me laugh. A guy with a great sense of humor is so freaking hot to me...it almost trumps any other quality or personality trait, in my eyes. I guess I just appreciate the differences between men and women.

Anyway, back on track. Yesterday, I took my mom out shopping for the afternoon. My biggest purchase was a post hole digger from Home Depot, woohoo. Then I came home and mowed the lawn, did some laundry, hung some pictures, and installed the new cellular shade I'd bought for our bathroom window.

Next weekend: going to a bridal shower in upstate NY. Good times, y'all.

Labels: celebrities, deep thoughts, family, home improvement, sex, TV

Elliott, Elliott, Elliott. If he were to cut an album, I would most definitely buy it. I just adore his voice. I hope he wins, but I doubt he will. Not only do I love his voice, but he seems so down to earth and cute. Squee!

Bucky: time to go home. I actually made Brian spew beer out of his nose last night during Bucky's song, when I remarked, "He looks just like Rusty Griswold!"

Kelly: I still stand by my original comment on TKW's blog that the people who vote for Kelly Pickler probably also voted for Dubya. Yuck.

Chris: no doubt you can sing, dude, but you must stop Creed-ifying everything.

Mandisa: she has the prettiest face. She can also sing, but I don't see her going to the top 4.

Paris: another one who definitely has talent, but with her family connections, does she really need to be on this show? Couldn't she just get a recording contract another way?

Ace: slurp. That is all.

Taylor: the dark horse of this season. A lot of people I talk to have love for this guy. I think you either love him or hate him. He's got an interesting voice, and is a good performer, but needs to tone down the tics.

Lisa: talented, but just too young for this competition.

Who I am missing? Anyone I overlooked is too forgettable to have gotten this far.

Labels: American Idol, deep thoughts, music, TV

Does anyone else think that, at age 63, Harrison Ford is just too old to be playing Indiana Jones?

Don't get me wrong...I love, love, love those movies. All three of them are highly entertaining. If any one of those movies comes across my screen as I'm channel-surfing, I will absolutely watch it.

As a kid, I wanted to BE Indiana Jones, or at least his long-lost younger sister. I used to daydream about being an adventurer in a faraway land, finding treasures and beating up the bad guys. I even owned one of those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books that featured Indiana Jones in the storyline. Let me tell ya, I must have read that book about a million times! Now, as an adult, I can appreciate his swagger and sex appeal.

BUT.

The last Indiana Jones movie was made almost twenty years ago. In The Last Crusade, Sean Connery played Indy's father, and was a few years YOUNGER than Harrison Ford will be when and if he makes the fourth installment in the series. That's just weird.

Another thing: I can almost guarantee that the actress who plays the "love interest" role opposite Ford will be at least twenty years his junior, which I think is totally creepy.

I don't know. Maybe I'm being age-ist. I'm not saying that older folks should just lay down and die after reaching a certain age. But I don't think this role is viable for him anymore.

Labels: celebrities, deep thoughts, movies