I’m writing this at my office because my parents are arriving today and I suspect I won’t have much time to blog later. We just sent off a 50-page operational protocol to the feds, so I don’t think anyone will mind if I technically violate the Department’s prohibition on using our computers for personal use. It’s not like there are many people around to even notice. I kind of enjoy these times when work is relatively deserted before a holiday. It gives me time to do little things like clean up all the papers scattered around the office.
But now I’m looking at all the papers scattered around my office and I really don’t feel like cleaning it up.
I’ve previously mentioned the documentary 39 Pounds of Love and my instinctively negative reaction to its premise, even though I haven’t seen the actual film. Noel Murray of The Onion AV Club picked it as his worst film of the year. Ouch. He wrote:
But when soft-soap feel-good tripe like this makes the short list for the Academy Awards’ Best Documentary category while great films like Grizzly Man, Double Dare, Reel Paradise, and the all-but-unknown Sheriff get overlooked, it’s time to get a little cranky.
I’m actually happy to see the film receive criticism like this. Maybe future filmmakers will think twice before making a maudlin film about a man with a disability as a surefire road to critical acclaim.
