Certain similarities between Die Hard and Air Force One are striking. Consider the following, applicable to either movie: a team of heavily accented terrorists seizes a large group of hostages, among them our protagonist's wife. The all-American hero himself, meanwhile, evades capture and kayoes a minor terrorist, taking his H&K MP5 and proceeding to pick off one bad guy after another. Eventually, finding himself in a standoff with the terrorists' leader (played by an actor who will later hold an important role in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban), who is holding a gun on his wife, the hero is forced to surrender his trusty German-made submachinegun, but still manages to kill the terrorist and save his wife. However, each of these two movies remains quite distinct, and kicks ass in its own right.
Anyway, I got back from Columbia International last night. Despite only barely enduring the return trip with Audrey, I'm glad I went -- I chilled with Amy, and met lots of cool people, and learned to play Mafia, Mao and Egyptian Ratscrew, and scratched my arms climbing trees, and walked down river-side railroad tracks with Amy and Colin, and got a sun-burn throwing a frisbee around. However, my (solicited) declarations of faithlessness and skepticism apparently give Amy emotional breakdowns. I don't mean to sound callous -- I felt terrible at the time -- but I wish she would spare herself the frustration, and focus on those more easily converted.
Mingo arrived last night shortly after me. He'll be living with our parents and Stephanie again for the next several months, away from his own family, while he settles into his new job and looks for a house down here. It's quite the novelty to share a room with him once again.
posted on Monday, March 13, 2006
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