Dreams of Napoleon Dynamite
I had a bunch of dreams last night. Actually, the dreams occured early this morning (I know because I woke up to go to the bathroom, and the dreams happened afterward). I had a dream about my dad. I was driving some type of station wagon, and my father's ashes were in some sort of sealed package in the back. I was worried about spilling the ashes. This is strange ... my father wasn't cremated.
I had a few dreams about posting on this blog. Topics kept running through my head. It was some time after 5:45 am this morning. Pretty odd, huh? Napoleon Dynamite ran through my head as well; I rented it last night.
Napoleon was a great political consultant. He believed in his candidate (Pedro) even when the candidate didn't believe in himself. He was able to say "Heck yeah, I'd vote for you" like he meant it. And he did mean it. He crafted a powerful message for Pedro to send out: If you vote for me, your wildest dreams will come true. That's pretty corny, but most political slogans are. And he was ready and willing to face ridicule and rejection in order to save the front man; he danced alone on stage, in front of the whole school, for his boy Pedro. Who wouldn't want a friend as devoted as Napoleon Dynamite?
And we can't forget Kip. Talk about a butterfly emerging from the cocoon. All I can say about Kip is this: by the end of the movie, he put the "angsta" in gangsta. For real.
Overall I enjoyed the movie. I laughed out loud a lot. But some scenes were ... painful. Napoleon was so awkward. I knew kids like that in high school. I tried to reach out a couple of times, but it was just too hard. It seemed to make everybody uncomfortable: the awkward kid, the other kids at school who thought 'what the hell are you doing?', and me.
One kid I had a bunch of classes with never said anything. Ever. To anybody. I called him a couple of times to find out what the homework was, and he gave me the assignments. I tried to chat, but it was like pulling teeth. I told him, "Thanks man. I'll give you a call. Maybe you can hang out with us." And then I forgot to call him. When I remembered, I didn't feel comfortable to talk to him in school. He'd never really look at you when you spoke to him, and his answers were as brief as possible. So yeah, I invited the guy to hang out, and then we never hung out. Damn ... that probably just made everything worse in his mind. Or maybe he didn't want to be bothered in the first place. He just seemed really alone. Even the teachers wouldn't call on him.
Dude ... if you happen to read this, I'm sorry we didn't hang out. We should have. The fellas and I should have tried harder to get you to come along. We could have made room for you in that rusty, beat up, 1981 Ford Fairmont that I used to drive.
Well, I hope that your life is good, or at least okay all these years later. Mine is good. I didn't see you at the ten year high school reunion, but I've heard we're having a fifteen year reunion. You should come.
I had a few dreams about posting on this blog. Topics kept running through my head. It was some time after 5:45 am this morning. Pretty odd, huh? Napoleon Dynamite ran through my head as well; I rented it last night.
Napoleon was a great political consultant. He believed in his candidate (Pedro) even when the candidate didn't believe in himself. He was able to say "Heck yeah, I'd vote for you" like he meant it. And he did mean it. He crafted a powerful message for Pedro to send out: If you vote for me, your wildest dreams will come true. That's pretty corny, but most political slogans are. And he was ready and willing to face ridicule and rejection in order to save the front man; he danced alone on stage, in front of the whole school, for his boy Pedro. Who wouldn't want a friend as devoted as Napoleon Dynamite?
And we can't forget Kip. Talk about a butterfly emerging from the cocoon. All I can say about Kip is this: by the end of the movie, he put the "angsta" in gangsta. For real.
Overall I enjoyed the movie. I laughed out loud a lot. But some scenes were ... painful. Napoleon was so awkward. I knew kids like that in high school. I tried to reach out a couple of times, but it was just too hard. It seemed to make everybody uncomfortable: the awkward kid, the other kids at school who thought 'what the hell are you doing?', and me.
One kid I had a bunch of classes with never said anything. Ever. To anybody. I called him a couple of times to find out what the homework was, and he gave me the assignments. I tried to chat, but it was like pulling teeth. I told him, "Thanks man. I'll give you a call. Maybe you can hang out with us." And then I forgot to call him. When I remembered, I didn't feel comfortable to talk to him in school. He'd never really look at you when you spoke to him, and his answers were as brief as possible. So yeah, I invited the guy to hang out, and then we never hung out. Damn ... that probably just made everything worse in his mind. Or maybe he didn't want to be bothered in the first place. He just seemed really alone. Even the teachers wouldn't call on him.
Dude ... if you happen to read this, I'm sorry we didn't hang out. We should have. The fellas and I should have tried harder to get you to come along. We could have made room for you in that rusty, beat up, 1981 Ford Fairmont that I used to drive.
Well, I hope that your life is good, or at least okay all these years later. Mine is good. I didn't see you at the ten year high school reunion, but I've heard we're having a fifteen year reunion. You should come.
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