Getting geared up to go to State VASE tomorrow. Got my classroom ready for my sub. Hope my kids aren’t total monsters. I hate leaving my classes with anyone else. It’s not like someone else can’t watch them and keep them in line. I just hate knowing the shenanigans that my students will (at least try to be) getting up to.
Sigh.
Watched some Top Gun on tv a little while ago. That has to be the worst best movie ever. Or maybe the best worst movie. I don’t know. But it’s awesome in its terribleness, that much I do know. Examined piece by piece—the stilted dialogue, Kelly McGillis’ matted, permed hair and whorey red lipstick, the not-so-subtle gay subtext—it should be the worst movie on the planet. Somehow, though, despite all these things—or perhaps because of them—it’s so awful that it transcends to sublime.
Alls I know is, if I ever need a jet plane flown, Tom Cruise is first on my list. Pre-jumping-on-couches, pre-glib-spewing-at-Matt-Lauer, pre-braces Tom Cruise. Because he was perfect back then. Wasn’t he?
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