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Adds And Butterflies

    Hey, everyone. I went to see Super 8 today. This is the Steven Spielberg film about a group of kids who get involved in a close encounter of the worst kind. I felt like it was okay but not great.  I won't give a review at this time. I will say that if you are going out this weekend, go to see X-Men instead of Super 8.
     The flower at the top of the page is a tiger lily, which grows wild around here. I forget what sort of bush the butterfly is on. I find butterflies very interesting, don't you? It's almost impossible to be sad if you are watching a butterfly. Seeing a butterfly flitting about in the sun causes a reaction inside. It's like you just want to laugh out loud. I doubt there is enough money on earth to persuade me to harm one of them. We planted several butterfly bushes, which draw flocks of butterflies, but they died. It is a tough place to grow things here. The hardwoods dominate life to a certain extent. The PH of the soil must not be conducive to flowers. Plus, there is so much shade that sufficient sunshine is a bit of an issue.
    Another happy dude that we see at times is the hummingbird. Sometimes they will hover just in front of your face as you sit on the deck. It is as though they are wondering what sort of creature you are. If you are wearing a bright-colored shirt they seem especially interested.
     Carley and I walked down to the end of the driveway yesterday.  We spooked a deer that had waited until we walked right up to it. It had a neat little covert of white pines and mountain laurel and we stood within 10 feet of it when it finally bolted. It went bounding away with white tail flashing. I had to wonder if it was the deer I named Macho, all grown up now. He sure startled us. I remarked to my wife that it was a good thing it wasn't a mountain lion.
     At the theater today I saw some more blatant marketing. In the preview for Zookeeper the animals are talking to this guy. An ape says, "So, is that place TGI Fridays as awesome as it looks?" The guy replies, "It's pretty darn good." Then it shows the guy and the ape pull up at TGI Fridays. Incredible gall of these people. I picture a room full of marketers at a table. One says, "Well, we have ruined Baseball, television, magazines, a goodly number of web-sites and video games. What should we put the kiss of death on now?" Another one says, "Heck, let's take things to the point where no one will go to the movies." A third guy says, "If stale popcorn that costs $6.00 and five commercials before the feature begins haven't run everyone off, what can we do?" A fourth says, "Let's put commercials in the shows and the previews."
    Enough adds will even mess up the sight of a butterfly.Maybe they could put a tiny banner on the butterfly that says "I like the flowers at Home Depot the best".
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
       
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