The only rock I stand on.

by chuckofish

Well, we made it to Friday, readers. Because it is Good Friday, we plan to watch Ben-Hur tonight (well the first half, the chariot race will have to wait until Saturday). Things continue to move forward and hopefully I will be in my house in two weeks (well two weeks and one day, the movers come on a Saturday). Tomorrow, my mother and I will again venture to Jefferson City to continue packing. The end is in sight.

I thought this article in the Wall Street Journal was interesting. As a Flaming Hot Cheeto fan, I will definitely check that movie out. I think the point is less that Hollywood is making movies about things people love and more about the fact that no one in Hollywood has an original idea and they’ve resorted to telling the stories of how things we love and/or feel nostalgic about got made. I love that the Flaming Hot movie is about how someone with a good idea and who worked hard actually made it from janitor to executive. It can happen–and does happen. Now I want some Flaming Hots.

Here’s a picture of Mr. Smith because it’s the only cute picture I have from the past week that my mother didn’t already use on the blog. And here’s a TobyMac and Zach Williams song because we all need a little Toby and Zach these days.