I look ferocious don't I?
I really don't mind when Chuck and Wanda go out for a few hours. I'll be honest. I hate when they take off for days on end and leave me at the mercy of the kid, or worse, a 'cat sitter.' I mean, I don't need no stinkin' 'cat sitter'. All I need is fresh food, water and a clean box to poop in. And it would be nice if I could get a scratch behind the ear every now and then.
Apparently Sparky needs nothing.
It's me, Chuck.
Yesterday we went to see the movie "Jurassic World."
I thought it was a remake of "Jurassic Park."
It was not.
The movie was "Jurassic Park" for the new generation.
I'm not going to do a movie review, suffice it to say, these days I think I am more into the "Something's Gotta Give" and "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel" type of movie.
Something with old(er) people in it.
As soon as we got into the car I realized I forgot my hat inside the theater. My Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire hat and I have been together for years. I retrieved in in Portland, Oregon so I was not about to leave it in Pittsburg. With current film selection who knows when I may go to the movies again.
So, going back in (to get my hat) I had a minute to talk with the head usher. He had a large flashlight.
"How did you like the movie?" He asked.
"Oh, it was OK. I said. "I liked the 1993 original much better."
And then we talked about remakes and such and he said, "That first one "Jurassic Park", that's where they used dinosaur robots right?"
Robots?
"How old are you?" I asked.
He said he was 19.
It's his world now.
I guess the new Jurassic is aptly named.
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