e managed to get out of the house to see a matine’e today. Thanks to Grandma for coming over and watching Episode VI for a few hours. You’ve got to do that sort of stuff when you’ve got kids, of course. Yes, it was a movie worth taking the kids out to see. It was filled with all sorts of Pixar-goodness including a strong heroine, the requisite dramatic plot points, a cameo by John Ratzenberger and more than one chuckle at the expense of nekkid CGI butt-cheeks. I could launch into a full-on critique of the movie-going experience and sociological relevance of the movie itself, but I have something more important to blog about. Through the entire movie the one thought that kept running through my head was, “Thank goodness there’s finally a Pixar character that looks like my wife”.
any resemblance between my wife and a Pixar character is purely coincidental.
Of course it’s been established that Pixar used my likeness for one of their signature characters long ago.
And obviously since Episode VI arrived our entire family bears more than a passing resemblance to the spandex world’s first-family.
Pointing out any and all similarities between me and Mr. Incredible is not appreciated.
Here’s hoping everyone had a good weekend.
-Dork Dad
Next Halloween, your whole family should go as The Incredibles. After Optimus Prime, that should be a cinch.
I already suggested that. My wife laid down a blanket veto to anything involving her in spandex.
I’ve seen that family somewhere befpre