There's going to be one of those "Tea Parties" in my town on Tax Day, and my friend Andy says I should attend it. But I don't think I want to, even though I totally got hosed on taxes this year. It's not that I don't care about huge bailouts for scoundrels while innocent people watch their savings vanish. It's just that I never believed in humanity's future, so what's the point in trying to make a difference?
But maybe I'll go anyway, because there is still one thing I do believe in:
The new season of Deadliest Catch starts today. It's pretty much the greatest show ever. In fact, it's the only show I ever want to watch. Sometimes I watch other shows just to get furious that those shows are not "Deadliest Catch." I don't want to watch "Lost," or "The Office," or "24," or "Heroes," or "30 Rock," or "American Idol." I want to watch "Deadliest Catch" and nothing else, and maybe it's time to take to the streets to spread the message.
And if you don't like "Deadliest Catch," I hate you forever.
Is this a mean cartoon? Now that I look at it, I think it might seem a little like I'm kicking General Pickett when he's down. But I like General Pickett, I really do.
Over the weekend, I watched the scenes of Pickett's Charge from the movie Gettysburg (someone posted the whole sequence, from Longstreet's planning it to the aftermath on YouTube), and I have to admit, I still get something in my eye when General Pickett is frantically asking what's happening to his boys. It's a pretty good movie. A little long, and not exactly fast-paced, but still, a pretty good movie.
I wish I could say the same for the sequel, "Gods and Generals." I wanted to like it, but, come on. If it isn't self-indulgence for a director to bring a Civil War movie to a screeching halt just to watch Jeff Daniels reciting the poetry of Richard Lovelace, then I don't know what self-indulgence is.