This is Pi Day #043
We’re definitely socked into a phase in our house right now. That phase has something to do with a certain fictional boy wizard with a certain lighting bolt shaped scar and a certain cadre of magical friends… oh, alright. It’s Harry Potter. We’re in a definite Harry Potter phase in our house right now.
Books. Films. Costumes. Themed birthday party planning, even though the birthday party in question is almost half a year away. She makes spreadsheets about her fan-ness… is that even normal? I don’t even know!
Thus, I had this exact conversation with the Girl the other week.
See, I’ve had this weird streak of vacation …uh… let’s call them encounters. None of the celebrities in question would vaguely recall meeting me of course, but my side of the “well, that was cool” memory vault goes something like this: we went a cruise and Wil Wheaton was on board, we travelled to London and randomly stumbled upon Prince Charles and his new wife, I went to New York and was in a bar with Neil Patrick Harris, I went to New York again and had a lovely chat and some high-fives with Drew Barrymore in Central Park… you know… just not-famous me randomly meeting some genuinely actually-famous people.
I don’t write this to name drop (not completely) but rather to provide some context as to why, naturally, the Girl assumes that encountering famous people in real life is just a matter of… what? Maybe just willing it so…
That said, apparently what qualifies as “famous” to a ten year old is definitely a little narrower than what fit my definition.
This is Pi Day #014.c
How do you turn a pirate furious? Take away the ‘p’.
What keeps you awake at night?
If you’re a parent, it’s probably worrying about your kid, their future, your future, the inevitable pains and pressures of puberty approaching more rapidly than you could have ever imagined, paying for college, hoping for health and happiness and them never getting hurt, at least no more than they can walk off or learn from and then get on with living their lives to their full potential.
If you’re a kid, it’s probably cursed zombie skeleton pirates.
Or, y’know… whatever scary critter your dad happened to show you right before bedtime because he thought it would be great idea to catch up on some old movies.
Hopefully you enjoyed another bonus week of comic shorts and this week’s week of movies… week. Why not take a break from flipping through your old film collection to share this post with a friend? Go on… I’ll save you some popcorn.
This is Pi Day #014.b
It belongs in a museum!
The Girl was quizzing me on my criteria for when I considered a movie available for her to watch. Y’know… like “how do you know when I’m old enough to watch [insert movie name here] dad?”
“I just know.” I told her.
“Because when there is too much violence or swearing. Or if there are a lot of naked people…”
“What’s wrong with naked people?”
“Umm… it’s not that there is anything… uh… wrong… but it’s usually that they are NOT JUST naked… they are… doing other things… y’know?”
*sigh* “I just KNOW …ok!”
“But how?” She insists.
“I look on the internet.” I blurt.
“Oh. Okay.” … and apparently that settled it.
This is Pi Day #014.a
It’s a bit corny, but she’s got the best pop ever.
Being a bit of a pop culture nut myself, as a dad there has been a list of movies that have been on my list of must-shows… when The Girl is old enough, of course.
There is the whole rating thing, obviously, and then –more importantly– there is that part about simple comprehension. Appreciation of something awesome comes from understanding. If she won’t get it, why bother?
Age ten has been a bit of a magic number: still too young for most of the PG-13 fare, but old enough to “get” the more complex plots of some of those lower-rated 80s sci-fi classics and other cornball flicks. In other words, we’ve been working our way through a collection of classic cinema and loving every minute of it.
In recognition of those great films, a week of movie-themed comics. Enjoy.