Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 
Today finds me officially amused.

It also finds me $200 richer than I was yesterday, and with one less pair of socks thanks to a quartet of Shih-tzu puppies who mistook those socks for chewtoys. This does admittedly bring my now not-so-numerous sock population to a near endangered level. Socks for me always seem to be in a near-constant threat of extinction, even if 4 Shih-tzu puppies are not around to help wipe out the species. It boggles me whenever I try to comprehend how two days ago I had 7 healthy pairs of socks, and today I now have only 2 pairs.

Did they migrate to Florida? Did they spontaneously combust? Are those unscrupulous sock gnomes to blame for this?

The world may never know.

Back to my amusement, it all came out of a peculiar urge a few days ago to start watching the Indiana Jones movies. Ah, the classics of my childhood! I could spend the next twenty-six-and-a-half paragraphs gushing about what makes Indy's film adventures so great, but then you could just as easily surf an online film review site. And they get paid to gush about Indy for twenty-six-and-a-half paragraphs. My logic: if you're reading a review I wrote which is that long, I should be seeing some sort of financial return. Unless I'm that obsessed and have clippings of Harrison Ford glued onto photos with me in them. In which case, you all should probably back out of this little bit of nowhere, bearing in mind I can in fact smell fear.

This afternoon was spent watching "The Temple of Doom", and in the opening act we see Indy running afoul of some ne'er-do-wells, and after making a few comments with his fists, Indy discreetly leaves the night club through the nearest third-storey window. Now I'm sure someone else has noticed this before. I'm more than willing to bet that this in-joke was first noticed in the theatres years ago. But I only just noticed it now, so humour me, okay?

Given how the Indy movies are a collaboration of actor Harrison Ford, director Steven Spielberg, and writer/producer George Lucas, it seems only fitting that someone slips in a Star Wars reference somewhere. In "Temple of Doom", it's that Shanghai night club. Of all the names it could have been, they chose to call it:

Obi-Wan.

Yes indeed, I am officially amused.
posted by Phillip at 4:55 PM