Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

Today is Monday.

Well, geez. It’s been a long time since I had the initiative to write a full entry. I’ve been pretty content lately to stick to just the asides and pictures. For this, there are many reasons, but one in particular stands out: I started a new job.

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So, I was on IMDb last night and I happened to come across the old Air Bud movie. I don’t know how many of you are familiar with this movie, but it came out around the time I was in 7th grade or something. Jacki and I had talked about it the other night — mostly about how there have been a number of them and we didn’t understand how one could possibly have made a sequel to such a horrible movie.

I recalled making an idiot out of myself when I messed up the title of the 2nd Air Bud movie, so I decided to look it up.

In the process of looking up the title, I uncovered a “vault” (if you will) of pure cinema goodness. And by “goodness,” I mean, “absolute pain.” By “absolute pain,” I mean “Hell on earth.” Oh, and by that I mean, “I’d rather have my arm cut off than watch one of these movies.” So, for everyone’s perusal, here is the complete Air Bud franchise.

• Air Bud — Classic Air Bud.
• Air Bud: Golden Receiver
• Air Bud: World Pup
• Air Bud: Seventh Inning Fetch — Note: there is a picture of a raccoon holding a baseball on this cover
• Air Bud: Spikes Back — Volleyball. Enough said. Cover art is realistic, at least.

Or, if you don’t feel like looking at all these titles, this’ll sum every movie up pretty well

“Cute dog excels at soccer/basketball/croquet and wins every game going, while irritating pre-teens fall in love and well-meaning grown ups teach life-lessons.”

For the record, Air Bud still doesn’t top The Land Before Time. We’re up to number 11 now and possibly a TV series?

And here I thought it couldn’t get worse.

EDIT (1/17/2006):

Yeah… They did it again. Also, I discovered that (briefly?) there was a production company called, Air Bud Productions with the sole purpose of making these horrible, horrible movies. Enjoy!

Photo by timothygray

This image really holds no significance in and of itself. It’s just a photo of a sunset in Montana. I’m just more or less using it as a way to describe what I’m feeling right now.

Absolute bliss.

I guess all I really need now is a chorus in the background singing “Hallelujah!”

Monday.

Well, the weekend is over. That generally happens on Mondays. I’ve never understood why Sunday is part of the whole weekend classification though. If you look on the calendar, it’s not at the end. In fact, it’s at the very front. On other calendars in most of the world, Sunday is pegged on at the end and Monday leads the week. Not in America though.

Maybe we feel as though we’d find it depressing if Monday were to start every week?

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Currently Listening to

Forrest Gump: The Soundtrack

So, it’s a Monday night.

My stay in Dallas (Texas, of course) is over and I am back in the grand state of Ohio. There are a few things I notice immediately upon my return: 1) Ohio doesn’t whore itself out like Texas does with “Don’t Mess With Texas”-themed products and 2) Ohio has a general regard for driver safety that is not present in the Lone Star State. I really had a lot of fun, but I am definitely glad to be home because, as a poet once said, “home is home.”

For the record, I am that poet. What can I say? I’m good with words.

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