1:45 p.m. — Scheduled start time of first matinee of Serenity at local multiplex.
1:52 p.m. — Electrician, last in series of servicemen, leaves my house at conclusion of approximately six hours of home repair. While the theater is probably five or so minutes away and I know the previews will drag on, I don’t dare miss the beginning so go out and walk off my frustration.
What the hell, having waited far too long for this, I opt for the 4:30 matinee even though there’s hockey tonight. Having sat far too much in the last five hours, all I will say for now is there were Big Damn Heroes on a Big Damn Screen doing fine, heroic things in inimitable fashion. I will expand (sans spoilers) tomorrow but let me simply say at this point: screw you Fox Television. I sincerely hope you have no slice or taste of this pie, however, big or small it may be, although were it not for your idiocy the Big Damn Heroes probably wouldn’t be on the Big Damn Screen.
A Minor Downer
With previews, etc., I leave the Big Damn Movie at 6:39 p.m. Considering traffic for football games at Howard Wood Field, I am pleased to have pizza and drink in hand as the national anthem begins and am in my seat as the puck drops. The downer: the Stampede lose 3-1. Guess it wasn’t meant to be a day of complete heroics.
As sure as I know anything, I know this: I aim to misbehave.
Capt. Mal Reynolds (Nathan Fillion), Serenity