1 June 2011

June 1, 2011

I watched Minority Report over the weekend and I realized something important about that movie: It’s awesome.

Janessa and I were hungry at like 10:45 last night so we poured ourselves bowls of cereal and sat on our couch and watched an episode of the office in our pajamas. We were eating Trix cereal, so it tasted just like being a kid, and I realized that this was exactly what I’d always hoped marriage would be like.

We watched the episode where Michael burns his foot on the George Forman grill.

Trix cereal is different now, though. It’s not the same as when I was kid. It used to be made in the shape of fruit, but now it’s just all these multi-colored flakes.

I’ve been reading a book called The Smoking Diaries. It has no plot at all. What’s my problem with plot? I don’t know why I’m so against it, why I like to read books where hardly anything happens at all. As soon as something starts happening I lose interest. It’s like I remember that I’m reading all the sudden, and reading — let’s be honest here — is pretty boring if you know you’re doing it.

The trick is to make things that people can believe in for a little while. I can’t think of a better indicator of our natural bent towards faith than our enjoyment of fiction.

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