Last weekend, I got several DVD gems from my favorite pirate. I got a
Boney M Greatest Hits Video Collection. It is so cool! They sound good on tape, but to see them perform, my friends, is an experience.
I also got the complete first season of
Futurama by
Matt Groening -- 3 disks in all. I'm coming back for season 2.
And I got
Equilibrium, starring
Christian Bale -- a thoroughly underrated sci-fci flick. I remember watching this on the big screen. It was so good it gave me goosebumps. No kidding.
I am currently rereading
C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity. It's wonderful how parts of this book previously unnoticed suddenly jump out of the pages the next time I read them. Here's a sampling why I hold this man in high esteem:
"The real black, diabolical Pride, comes when you look down on others so much that you do not care what they think of you. Of course, it is very right, and often our duty, not to care what people think of us, if we do so for the right reason; namely, because we care so incomparably more what God thinks. But the Proud man has a different reason for not caring. He says 'Why should I care for the applause of that rabble as if their opinion were worth anything? And even if their opinions were of value, am I the sort of man to blush with pleasure at a compliment like some chit of a girl at her first dance? No, I am an integrated, adult personality. All I have done has been done to satisfy my own ideals -- or my artistic conscience -- or the traditions of my family -- or, in a word, because I'm That Kind of Chap. If the mob like it, let them. They're nothing to me.'"
Ouch. How can a man who died around a score of years before I was born see through the deepest recesses of my heart?