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Last September I watched part of Transformers (2007,PG-13) (ScreenIt! Review).  From ScreenIt!:

Various people must deal with shape-shifting, extraterrestrial robots that have arrived on Earth to battle over a powerful device that could mean the end of humankind.

I say that I watched part of it because this was one of the rare occasions when I stopped watching a movie in the middle because I thought it was so bad.  I wasn't into Transformers as a kid, so maybe that was part of it...and the voices are just so goofy.

I give it 1 out of 5.

Back in September we watched Superbad (2007,R) (ScreenIt! Review).  From ScreenIt!:

Three high school seniors set out to buy liquor for a big party where they hope it will help lower the inhibitions of the girls in which they're interested.

I remember someone telling me that she didn't enjoy Knocked Up that much because it was just too crude.  I didn't feel that way about Knocked Up but did with Superbad...funny, but just too crude.  I give it 3 out of 5.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of 35 folks showed up for the Super Bowl party Sunday night…friends from the neighborhood and church.  With our Steelers on the verge of a 6th Super Bowl win, we were obviously very excited.  Most folks hung out until halftime, and the Winters stayed with us until the end of the 3rd Q.  By the middle of the 4th, it was just the three boys watching as the Cardinals took the lead while Lisa cleaned up upstairs.  She came back down and heard the bad news…and then we watched the Steelers pull out the victory together.  Here are some photos:

I got a chuckle from Peter Meinke's poem "Uncle Jim" that was featured today on The Writer's Almanac.  I had a (great) Uncle Jim who was an interesting character...but not like this one.

What the children remember about Uncle Jim
is that on the train to Reno to get divorced
so he could marry again
he met another woman and woke up in California.
It took him seven years to untangle that dream
but a man who could sing like Uncle Jim
was bound to get in scrapes now and then:
he expected it and we expected it.
Mother said, It's because he was the middle child,
and Father said, Yeah, where there's trouble
Jim's in the middle.
When he lost his voice he lost all of it
to the surgeon's knife and refused the voice box
they wanted to insert. In fact he refused
almost everything. Look, they said,
it's up to you. How many years
do you want to live? and Uncle Jim
held up one finger.
The middle one.

"Uncle Jim" by Peter Meinke, from Liquid Paper: New and Selected Poems. © University of Pittsburgh Press, 1991. Reprinted without permission. (buy now)

This afternoon Elliot had his first game in the 4 on 4 basketball league at the community center.  He made 6 of his team's 7 baskets, and the game ended in a tie.  His mom wasn't too impressed with his field goal percentage, though.

Here are a couple of low quality videos.  He is # 2 in blue.