everybody was kung fu fighting.

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dateline: oZburg

29 july 1996 11:35 p.m.

I'm watching VH-1, and there's a video -- John Parr, "St. Elmo's Fire" -- featuring Demi Moore's original nose. Now that's a big honkin' schnozz. Ah, thanks to cable television and its 400 or so channels, I'm sure I don't have to wait too long before I can catch Demi's nose version 2.0... maybe in that Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode? Can't remember the name. Turns out Derek and I didn't see either of the movies on our wish-list. We went to Kahala, but made the mistake of going to eat (L&L Drive-Inn, and you know ever since they franchised the food isn't so great) before we got our tickets. We got to the theater about seven minutes after "Hunchback of Notre Dame" started. The only other movie starting within half an hour was "The Nutty Professor," and neither of us were in a big rush to see that one. So, we drove to Restaurant Row to try and catch our Disney movie there, with similar results. By this time we'd missed just about everything, except for the 10:15 p.m. showing of "Supercop." Can't go wrong with Jackie Chan. I liked it. Not that I hold it against Mr. Chan, but until this film I hadn't seen many where women did much more than squeal and whine. This flick had a female lead who kicked butt (literally). Derek said she's a martial arts star herself and has her own set of movies back in China. I think I liked "Rumble in the Bronx" better, though, 'cause there were generally less dead people in that one. I don't recall Chan's character being quite as gun-and-explosives oriented, either. We had a good time, but we were both whupped and called it a night after stopping for a nibble at Zippy's (half the people from the theater were there, too). Turns out Spam isn't one of Derek's favorite meats... a defective "local guy" gene, I guess. We realized that we toured the two "fashion capitols" of the island in one night -- the majority of the crowd at both theaters were rubber-stamped with Calvin Klein or Mossimo logos, and here we were in slob-wear (well, comparitively). I gave Derek a hug when he dropped me off, through the car window. He'd smelled pretty good all night so I figured I'd ask what cologne he was wearing. Turns out it was some deodorant he'd gotten for free on campus a while back. At least he's honest! I got e-mail from Greg tonight, so I guess we're going to hook up at UH for lunch tomorrow. From what I hear things between him and Stan could be going better. He said he figured I had experience in helping out with guy problems. I swear this man has too much fun being himself. Oh, I have to say this: Mayor Jeremy Harris is a weenie. I can't stand the guy, even if he was a certified geek, UH grad and marine bio specialist (that's Jen's major). He's a weak, whiny leader and his new commercials are so warm-and-fuzzy it makes me ill. If there's anything I'd use to sum up my voting philosophy for September, it'd be "Anyone but Harris." Don't know a thing about his opponents (except for one indie, a housewife named Lilian Hong who -- IMHO -- is completely off her rocker), but at this point I think a damp sock would get more done in this city. My political rant out of the way, I think I want some Mountain Dew (also known as "Pee o' the Pixies"). ABC closes in about five minutes... gotta huli huli!