Too Good to Not Write About

Every once in a while I come across something and know instantly that I must write about it. Somethings are just too good to not write about. Here are two of them:

1. On Thursday, October 17th, I was able to make the drive from my apartment just off 9th East in Provo to my place of employment near the Riverwoods shopping complex in north Provo without hitting a single red light or coming to a complete stop. Remember back to an earlier post in which I cried wolf about a conspiracy theory because I seem to hit every single red light along this drive. I nearly cried tears of joy for how perfect my transit was that morning. It was indeed a thing of beauty, probably not to be replicated anytime in the near future.

2. I was recently browsing some films on Netflix. I frequently add new films to my queue, reorder the queue to suit my particular moods and whims, and just read up about some of the countless films I've yet to see. In this instance I happened to be looking at George Romero's Night of the Living Dead, the 1968 apocalyptic zombie film. Netflix has a feature which allows its patrons, especially parents, to access information regarding a film's content, allowing them to make wise, informed decisions regarding the films their children see. I clicked on the link for Night of the Living Dead, wanting to see if I could show this film to a group of people, some of whom might be sensitive to certain things. The parental information discusses the violence (it is a zombie movie), the surprising lack of inappropriate language, the social behavior of the characters, and makes note of the film's positive portrayal of the African-American protagonist. Then, under the heading of "Commercialism," appears the following:

"At least these fleash-eating zombies don't sell out."

I laughed out loud when I read this little gem. It warms my soul that the person writing the parental information for this film had a sense of humor.

I find joy in the most surprising places sometimes.