Not as good as I remember it

Is there something from your past that doesn’t live up to it’s memory? For me, it’s typically music or movies. Pretty much any 90s song is now labeled as a “90s song” because it has a certain sound to it, right? But back then you’d think music couldn’t get any better. Let’s face it, a lot of songs from the 90s (and the 80s, if we’re being honest) are pretty cheesy. But we like them because they remind us of where we were when he heard them, or they just bring back good memories for us.

Over the Christmas holiday a few weeks ago I was awarded with choosing a movie to watch on the night we celebrated my birthday. I chose a movie I hadn’t seen in years but remembered loving it. The film stars an actor who was relatively new to Hollywood in the early 2000s, Owen Wilson. He plays Navy navigator Chris Burnett in Behind Enemy Lines.

It’s a great movie, especially if you enjoy war movies that involve a good guy and a bad guy, an underdog and a bully, an intense cat and mouse chase, and spoiler alert: it has a predictable ending. But watching it that night wasn’t as glorious as I remember when I first watched it. Now, part of that is because I rarely watch movies twice. Something about knowing what’s going to happen drains any desire I have to watch a movie more than once. There are exceptions, of course. In fact, I just watched Wonder Woman for the second time and was still entranced and captivated by the story, the editing, the slow motion effects they used, and the special effects. I also watched Enchanted twice over the holidays. It’s so good!

I guess there’s a level of predictability that I rather do without. So prequels? Nope. Hallmark movies? Nope. TV shows from the 90s? Boy Meets World, otherwise nope.

So anyway, back to Behind Enemy Lines. It’s a really good movie, it is. What stuck out the most in this holiday viewing, though, was the soundtrack. I don’t remember it having the characteristics of a 90s war/action movie but it does. Even some of the filming looked vintage late-90s.

All that to say, I wonder if my memory is similar to how Baz Luhrmann describes offering advice in the song “Everybody’s Free (to Wear Sunscreen),” it’s a way of…

…fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

I romanticize something in my past, and when I revisit it, it’s not quite as amazing as I remember. Hmm sounds like my dating life! And by that, I mean how every girl I’ve ever dated thinks of me!

Girl: I think I remember him being pretty great.

*Girl reconnects with Ben*

Girl: nope, still a dork.

Well, she’s not wrong. I’m pretty dorky but I like it that way. This is not turning into a dating blog, I forbid it! So it ends here. What things in your past do you have on a pedestal? Is there an experience you have where something you loved isn’t as great as you remembered? One thing is for sure no matter what, Baz is right… wear sunscreen!

-Out of the Wilderness

Jonathan Jackson on Boy Meets World

Every once in a while I come across some information that shakes me to my core. Here’s what it was recently… I watch the show Nashville, 1. Because I’m a good Nashvillian and 2. it’s a good show. I learned early in season 1 that Deacon Claybourne is played by Charles Esten. Might not ring a bell yet, but he was actually a regular on Whose Line Is It Anyway? back in the late 90s/early 2000s. It’s very strange to see clips of him performing as an improv comedian compared to his serious role as Deacon on Nashville. He’s great at both!

But I just put 2 and 2 together on another actor from Nashville, Jonathan Jackson. He plays Avery Barkley on the show. He’s been in soap opera’s and starred in few movies but a picture I saw of him online recently struck a chord. It reminded me of this girlfriend stealer from the best show ever, Boy Meets World!!!!
jonathanjacksonboymeetsworldI was right, Jonathan Jackson was the heartthrob that took Topanga out for a date after Cory kissed another girl at the ski lodge on their senior trip. It wasn’t the kiss that Topanga couldn’t forgive, it was that Cory lied about it. Oh man, that show will forever be awesome. And Mr. Feeny being the voice of Kitt in Knight Rider is just simply BA, am I right?

Anyway, that’s how the show Nashville is connected to David Hasselhoff, I guess.

-Out of the Wilderness

Girl Meets World on TV

bmwI was in college doing stuff like this (and studying, of course!) when “Boy Meets World” was still airing new episodes. For a show that started on TGIF (Thank Goodness It’s Friday), it had surprisingly deep themes and storylines. And it was funny. Very funny. I’ve found myself quoting lines from the show even now, 13 years later. I think it’s still on TV, but last I checked, it was super early in the morning, like when my dogs wake up hungry for breakfast. There have only been a few shows that I’ve liked more now as an adult than when I was younger.

1. The Cosby Show
2. Friends
3. Boy Meets World

So consider my extreme happiness when I found out they’re shooting the follow-up to BMW, and it’s called “Girl Meets World.” It will follow the daughter of Cory and Topanga, and it says online that the pilot wrapped last month, so it shouldn’t be long till it’s on air. I’ve got my fingers crossed that it’s a huge success! Do you have a favorite line from “Boy Meets World”? I’ll kick it off with one of mine…

Lauren (on the senior snow ski trip): If you had an affair, do you think the guilt would change your behavior?

Cory: What? What a silly question? I can’t believe they would ask me that question. Me! The Falcon! Everyone knows that falcons are notoriously monogamous birds. I mean, it’s just so crazy.

Lauren kissing Cory on the senior ski trip.
Lauren kissing Cory on the senior ski trip.

Hiding in Plain Sight

Practically hiding in plain sight, I approached to discover it was exactly what I was hoping for. It’s something that millions of people have, yet they’re extremely valuable. So valuable in fact, that you could be jailed for having a fake. I found it in my neighbor’s yard one evening.

My friend Millie and I made it down to Franklin, Tennessee to watch ESPN3 for the first football game of my alma mater, Florida State University. Quickly turning into a route in Tallahassee, she and I decided to take advantage of an available pool table. She’s no good, so it’s possible to know how good I am by how many times she beat me. After an hour of big time trash talk and small time skills, we gathered our things to leave. I returned the set of pool balls and we headed north. It wasn’t till a few days later that I realized I didn’t have my driver’s license! Didn’t take too long to retrace my steps and remember I left it at the bar when we rented the balls. Darn. Now I gotta go back to Franklin? I called to first make sure they had it, then ask if they could mail it to me. And this is why I don’t trust the Post Office. A week later I ordered a replacement license. A few days later it arrived. Walking from the mailbox into the house to find my wallet, inserting the new license, setting my wallet on the table then going in the kitchen to heat up a nice celebratory dinner is what I wanted to do. But somewhere after turning from the mailbox it all gets fuzzy. Fast forward a few days and now it’s definitely time to put the new license in my wallet. No joking around, it’s time. Only thing is, I can’t find the envelop with the license and I have to leave for work in 20 minutes. I scan all the normal places; on the kitchen counter, around my room, in the refrigerator. Nothing. I even skipped a shower (sorry, people I work with). So the action plan was to come home after work and engage Operation Under Where. You just thought about underwear, didn’t you? I was absolutely sure the envelop was somewhere close, but being gone all day, I knew before exploring all the nooks and crannies of my house, I wanted to take the dogs for a long walk. But then, it was going to be on! And I mean on like finding Bin Laden on, not like oh, look, Boy Meets World is on.

We were having a pretty good walk, the dogs and I. As we got closer to home, I began thinking about where I’d look for the license first, but then I became curious about a white envelope in my neighbor’s yard.

I have my license after 5 days of being run-over… over and over and over.

What Ever Happened To Predictability?

Yes, that’s a line from the Full House theme song. Sometimes I wonder if a show like that could ever be successful if it debuted now, instead of the 90s. Of course, the answer is ‘no.’ So here’s another question… are the popular shows a reflection of society or is society a reflection of popular shows? The boring answer is: probably a little bit of both. I mean, without tv, we wouldn’t have ‘GTL,’ ‘that’s what she said,’ or ‘dun nah nah, dun nah nah!’ and yes, that’s the ESPN highlight theme song. But when it comes to morality on tv, it seems like it will only digress because society itself is digressing. Curse words that were taboo 20 years ago are permissable on daytime tv now. I don’t see tv or media becoming more conservative. We’ve passed the point of no return in society, so our only hope is to slow the progress of complete immorality down on tv, as well. It concerns me to think of what my nieces and nephews will deal with as adults, heck, what they’re dealing with right now as 10 year old’s and younger. But it cheers me up when they they ask to watch shows like Flipper and Boy Meets World. It cheers me up when they say ‘oh my gosh’ instead of the capital G word. Would I watch Full House if it aired now? I rather watch a fart float around the room, but I’d feel way better with programming that’s safe and influences decent human morality, that’s for sure. So all this liberal behavior on television now? Cut. It. Out.

Where Are All the Men

Last week I saw a rerun of Friends. At one point, Chandler was asked to do some handy work, and he said to wait while he goes to get his wife’s tools. I was struck immediately with the thought, “Is this the American man now?” That episode probably aired ten years ago, of course, so I understand it’s a bit outdated. But I wonder if there are more Chandler Bing’s out there now. Men who are not tough.

I remember when men on tv were ones I could look up to, men with character that were chivalrous and strong: MacGyver, Cliff Huxtable, Uncle Jessie, possibly Danny Tanner (although he wasn’t very tough except in the episode where he dressed like a rockstar to play at D.J.’s fundraiser), Mr. T, the father on Boy Meets World, Tom Selleck, James Garner and Tony Danza (Who’s the Boss?).

But over the course of a couple of decades they’ve turned into Charlie Sheen (Two and A Half Men), the guys on Big Bang Theory, Barney Stinson, the Situation, and professional athletes that get in trouble for domestic violence. It seems like men in the spotlight now are either over the top, or way under the top. Womanizers, or pansies. We’re persuaded to tolerate those kinds of guys and that tolerance creates more of those kinds of guys. We mock the jerks on The Bachelor, and yet we tune in every week to watch. I guess I’m just tired of seeing the pansification of men in America. I’m tired of contributing to it.

Bring back the men that open doors for women, that don’t call or text after 10pm. Men that can budget money. Guys that play football on the weekends and go to church, too. Men that are less concerned if their fingernails are clipped and more concerned about securing leaks in the house. Men that rough house with their kids, nieces or nephews but will not tolerate outsiders who do the same. Men that care less about matching their shoes with their belt, and more about making a woman feel pretty and wanted. Men that get down on one knee to ask their girlfriend to marry them not inspite of it being old-fashioned but because it’s old-fashioned. Men that would give their life to protect the ones they love. They drive trucks. They have a dog. They may even cuss a little when they get fired up. They eat horse radish because it puts hair on their chest. It’s ok to have calloused hands. It’s ok to believe in something and disagree with someone who believes differently. Tolerance is for the birds. Buck up and be a man. Respect women. Cook burgers and steak. Grill chicken and eat all of it that night. Eat broccoli because it’s healthy, but it’s ok if you don’t enjoy it. Eat a salad and take care of your body. Excercise and get strong. Compete. Compete fairly. Own tools and use them. Be old-fashioned. Don’t be a Chandler. Be a Fred Wilder. He plays the drums. He travels weekly. He’s been married for over forty years to one lady, my mom. He still enjoys washing his car and hers on the weekend. He was in the Coast Guard for twenty-seven years and served in Desert Storm. So he’s tough, but he also likes Hallmark Channel movies. He’s got a truck and a beagle. He has four grown kids that he makes an effort to see or talk to regularly.

He’s an example of what men should be. Well, he and MacGyver.

Volume 1: Sharing A House With Dog.

This morning I woke up to a dog staring at me. Or maybe I woke up because a dog was staring at me, and happily whimpering. My first thought was, “What?” but not a “How can I help you?” what. It was a “Is this really happening?” what. I quickly concluded that I must’ve accidently left the crate door open when I went to bed. My dog’s been trained to sleep in a crate all night but there’s been no training on crate etiquette. Clearly that’s next on the list. Item 1: when the crate door is halfway open, you must pretend it’s closed and locked. Item 2: when it’s dark and nobody’s around, that must mean it’s night time and you should stay in the crate. Item 3: If it’s dark and the crate door is halfway open, swivel your head around to make sure Daddy’s not laying on the floor nearby. If he is, follow the steps in the “Is Daddy Taking A Well-Deserved Nap? (A Handbook for Puppies)” handbook. I’ll list those steps in a later post. The handbook also clearly states that anything happening before 7am is considered “the night before,” so waking up at 6am does not mean the morning is starting. It means the night is still going. This whole 6am thing better be a fad that she grows out of. Maybe when she gets to doggy-junior-high-school-age (human years: 2) she’ll avoid me because I’m “not cool” or I “wear socks with my flip flops” or I make her wear a “leash” in front of her friends. Then maybe she won’t be so eager to wake me up a few hours after yesterday ended.

So I climbed out of bed and checked the clock. 6am. At this hour of the night, the only solace I can cling to is two episodes of Boy Meets World on ABC Family. Until I found out they’re airing the younger episodes. Sigh. Now what? My dog’s already had her breakfast. It’s 605am. Just then I remember I’ve got a fenced-in back yard! There, my little morning pepper can roam around and sniff to her heart’s content. Meanwhile, I can check to see if Saved By the Bell is on yet. Drat, it’s on at 7am. It’s probably the younger episodes, anyway, the ones with Miss Bliss. Once I was fully awake and/or functional, I plugged in the computer and worked on a few computery-type projects. Later Piper came back inside. We played. I fixed lunch. Piper went back into her crate. I drove to work, already sleepy from being woken up the night before, ie. 6am.

This is volume 1 of a series titled, “I Own You. I Own You. A Look Into Who Owns Who, the Master and Puppy.” Check back often for the next in this ongoing series!

click here for the next posting, Volume 2: Sharing A Car With Dog.