The Week In Review

Where are those fucking jaguars? Just let me get my hands on one of them...

My family and I were eating at IHOP on Friday night, and my kids were drawing with the paper and crayons they provide kids so that they won’t entertain themselves by pouring syrup all over everything. After looking over the menu, I looked up at my five year old who was just putting the finishing touches on a minor masterpiece. “Hey, what are you drawing?” I asked. Without hesitating he said, “Indiana Jones punching a jaguar.”

That might seem like the most wonderfully random thing ever, and it certainly made my wife and I laugh, but it was not unexpected. A couple of weeks ago, I bought the kids Lego Indiana Jones for the Playstation. I might as well have bought him crack because playing that game is all he wants to do now. So, desperate for a break, I asked him, “Hey, do you want to see the beginning of the movie?” “I… … … THERE’S A MOVIE?!?

And so I popped in the DVD. Quick, what do you remember from the first 10 minutes of Raiders of the Lost Ark? Here’s what I remembered: Harrison Ford getting chased by a huge bowling ball. Now, here’s what I forgot:

  • A guy pulling a gun on Indiana Jones
  • Indiana Jones whipping that gun out of his hands.
  • Spiders!
  • A corpse impaled upon a series of sharp sticks
  • Indiana Jones being robbed by his companion
  • That same companion pinned to the wall by a skewer through his head
  • Indiana Jones being robbed again
  • Indiana Jones being pursued by people trying to kill him with arrows and blow-darts
  • A large snake in a plane

A few minutes in, my wife looked over to me with a raised eyebrow. “You’re sure this is ok for them?” (His three year old brother was in the room as well. Ooops.) “Uhhh, yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s not even registering. He’s just excited to see Indiana…” At this point my five year old got up, walked over to the chair I was sitting in and sat down next to me. “I just feel like sitting next to you, daddy. I’m not scared because I’m a big boy.” Then he covered his eyes.

Oops, shit! I scared him back into the 1920's!

Oops, shit! I scared him back into the 1920's!

So we had to turn the movie off, which upset my son because he actually thinks the next scene, where Indy is teaching at a college, is the best part of the game. In the game, you go back to the college to save your progress, pick traveling companions, change your outfit, etc. What my son does is equip himself with a gun and start blowing away colleagues. He’ll shoot them, whip them, punch them, etc. Sitting there reading, I can hear the mayhem unfolding and I’ll look up to see that Indy is not in Cairo, but in what appears to be a teacher’s lounge. “Where does Indiana Jones teach archaeology at? The Compton Community College?” Whip! CRACK! BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!!! That’s right, Dr. Jones… No child left behind. BLAMMO! POW! BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

The funny thing is that he’ll get so worked up over how much collegiate ass Indy is kicking, that he’ll just drop the controller and start running around the room pretending to shoot, I don’t know, the Dean or something. At one point, he went upstairs for a while. When he came down he was wearing khakis, a white shirt a brown jacket, and my leather hat. I got him a shoelace to use because the ensemble wasn’t complete without “Indiana Jones’ whipper“.

But it’s not my five year old that worries me. It’s my three year old, who worships his brother, and sits on the couch watching, absorbing. I can mentally picture a newscast thirteen years from now: “Disturbing news in valley high schools as angry parents demand to know how an increased police presence and mandatory metal detectors are failing to stop a recent rash of bull-whippings.” I don’t know, maybe I can raise them as lion tamers or something.

Lion tamer... That seems like it'd be a fun job.

Lion tamer... That seems like it'd be a fun job.

On to the week you missed while you were thinking to yourself, “Yeah, Marion was pretty hot, wasn’t she?”

And so, without further ado, let’s pay some bills with a little more Involuntary Advertising, brought to you this week by the 2012 Buick LaCrosse.

A couple more things… First of all, a while back I mentioned that NASA, in an astounding display of arrogance, decided to ignore the question I submitted through their web site, which asked:

Hi NASA! How are you? I’m fine. Can you give me a very rough estimate of how much it would cost to put David Lee Roth into space and then fire him into the interior of the sun? This is a serious request.

I gave them a week to get with the program, and yet they refused. And so now I’m going to unleash the dogs. (See what I did there?) I am asking you to help correct this grievous wrong and demand that NASA answer the question as they should have in the first place. I would also like an apology, a week at space camp, or failing that, some freeze-dried astronaut beer, which you totally know they have.

Here’s what you do. Simply go right fucking here, and submit the question as I posted it above. And let me know if you get a response.

Your email will be answered by actual NASA professionals!

Your email will be answered by actual NASA professionals!

Finally, as always, don’t forget to submit any hypothetical questions that need answering. You can submit them via comments below, via Twitter, Facebook, email, or via telepathy, which I can totally receive. Don’t believe me? Ok, let’s see… Ah, here’s a message from “Barry” in Washington D.C. He’s asking… “Do you think I could boost my poll numbers by fucking an intern like that Clinton guy?”

16 Responses to “The Week In Review”

  1. LA Juice says:

    There is so much I could say in response to this post, but of all the things running through my mind, after the Compton community college quip I felt the need to share THIS with you.. THIS is my favorite absolute favorite youtube video clip of all time- even over Christian the Lion Cub-

    Inglewood JACK!

  2. Aaah, I have waded the waters of shitty internet connection to come to your holy site. Please do not ever stop writing.

    And I think I play video games exactly like your kid. Well, at least he’s a kid, I’m 20, what’s my excuse? The first thing I do is explore the scenery. Then I shoot at my team members and run in the opposite direction. When the worst comes to worst, I throw a grenade and run into it.

    P.S. Is that “Puppies on Uppers” thing a recent addition to the blog? I swear I never noticed it before…
    I read on your About page or something that the whole idea of naming this blog “Dogs on Drugs” is because you could not get another domain. But I wonder if you’re actually running some sort of cult, which encourages dog owners to add some colourful pills to their poodle’s evening meal…

    • Greg says:

      Re: Puppies on Uppers, that is explained here.

      As for video games, yes, I too enjoy “playing the boundaries”. It’s an unconventional way of learning the game that has the added benefit of messing with your fellow players’ heads.

  3. Teresa says:

    The three year old is watching the five year old thinking to himself, “Yes, you have demonstrated considerable skills. When I am a foot taller, you shall be a most useful minion.”

  4. Vesta Vayne says:

    I actually submitted an application for an adjunct anthropology position at Compton Community College. I’m rethinking that a little after reading this post.

    M’kay, off to email NASA.

    • Greg says:

      Good thinking, especially if any of the professors are scruffy, with facial lacerations and wear a brown hat at a rakish angle.

  5. Rusty says:

    Snap! I have been playing the Lego Indiana Jones game too.

    The game is not bad (get that rim shot ready) but the graphics are a little blocky

    Sorry about that, to make up for it, I will email NASA twice

    … a day

  6. Vonny says:

    You scared your kids, even the big boy! Bad DoD! I don’t remember any of that scary shit from Raiders.

    On your email to NASA, you didn’t put hello or any frivolous phrase in the subject line, did you? Because they want a serious subject; otherwise you go to the END OF THE LINE.

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