Fuck the weather.

I had a decent afternoon planned, all shot to hell by the rain and slight wind. Forced to hunker indoors, the kid and I spend day two of mini-vacation stuck in the living room. We managed to have as much fun as one can staring at a constant stream of kids shows and playing with My Little Pony dolls. Finally, I'd had enough of the same old dull routine.

Throwing caution to the wind (literally) we made our way to the car and out to the video store. (Waiting for a pirated version would have taken too long.) I've avoided the video store since discovering the wonders of thieving movies off the internet, so it was quite the shock when we walked in.

Remember when a video store used to rent movies?? They had a giant wall of pre-viewed films for sale, previously enjoyed video games, and a candy aisle that would make Sugar Mountain take a step back. Everything in the place seemed to be for sale, not for rent. We finally found the section for renting (at the back of the store!) and made a pass of the fare.

I saw a lot of shit I wanted to see: Taken, Eden Log, et cetera et cetera. Not much out new for kids, though. I decided to check out the kids section for some more appropriate selections. There was a lot, so I decided to let the kid decide. She pawed a lot of sit off the rack....most of which should have remained on the floor. (Did you know they're up to, like, 15 Land Before Time films now??) I hoisted her up so she could see films not in the N-T range of titles and was thrilled by what caught her eyes.

Benji!! Remember Benji?! The loveable pooch who foiled a kidnapping AND saved a bunch of stupid-ass lion cubs!! Childhood revisited for dear ol' dad! I scooped up the three films they had of him (one was a lame ass Christmas movie...never seen it before) and headed off to the checkout lanes.

When it was my turn, the kid asks for my card, which I dig for in my wallet. Apparently you can't use the card at other locations other then the one you signed up at, so I was forced to produce piece after piece of ID just to rent a few DVDs. After seven minutes of kid fidgeting and asshole BlockBuster employee glaring, we were out the door.

When we got home I put the first movie in. No more then ten minutes into the film does the girl start whining and thrusting her copy of Dancing Barbie Princesses at me. Ah well....entertainment is entertainment. We watched Dancing Barbie for the 500th time while I burned the Benji movies on the computer to be enjoyed another day.

Fun fun. Tomorrow is suppose to be rainy too. As to not be stuck watching movies and shows all afternoon, I think its a good day to introduce her to the world of finger painting. Should be messy.

I'll let ya know how it goes.

Thanks for reading,

-The Big Bad