If you really consider this, just for a moment, that one day you will be dead... its rather disconcerting.
Welcome to getting older.
This just needs the "Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop snorting coke" meme text.
I think of death daily. Not in a boo-hoo, sad kinda way. Just as a fact. Most of the time it's stubbornly abstract, but there are days I manage to engage with it.If you really consider this, just for a moment, that one day you will be dead... its rather disconcerting.
Wouldn't be hard to get Ford on top of a real horse real fast. Just cover it with lots of cocaine.
LMAO! Nailed it.
I reckon so my friend.I certainly did, and like most loved it, (though they have been progressively worse, I certainly am guarded against another. Yet I like the character and actor enough to see how they might close out the series. Hence don't get all the bewilderment and outrage about the fact that Ford is and old guy, playing an old Jones. That's exactly what he should be.
A character who by design, despite the miles and now the years, would still be compelled towards adventure.
It's completely in character.
If you're ready for the inevitable derivative crap woke Disney "replacement", just skip this one.
And then your kids will throw away all your (then outdated) dollies. All those tens of thousands of dollars will be lost in the yard sale, like tears, in rain.If you really consider this, just for a moment, that one day you will be dead... its rather disconcerting.
Very true my friend, I try not to waste time it is what life is made of and time waits for no man.And then your kids will throw away all your (then outdated) dollies. All those tens of thousands of dollars will be lost in the yard sale, like tears, in rain.
But seriously, I think about this pretty often. Especially when I add things to my want list simply because they're "classics" or they're "cool". All of these get forgotten too fast to be wasting time, energy and money chasing an ever-evasive dragon. For better or worse, my rule in this useless but fun "hobby" is to focus on nostalgia first and foremost, as it's the only tangible meaning that can be assigned.
I think of that quite a bit. Mostly because I really have no desire to share any of these things with my kids (if I have any, weird times). I kind of regret getting into them in the first place, I won't make the same mistake twice. So I really am buying them merely as a testament to my childhood. And if that's the case, who gives a care if any of this pop culture is a "classic" or "important"? We barely remember great literature, I doubt Star Trek will survive in the next century. Maybe some really timeless icons, like Superman, Vader, Spider-Man (and I do have the theory that Iron Man will outlast Batman, but that's another talk), stuff like that. But still, doubtful. In any case, such a train of thought helps put things into perspective.I fully expect a large dumpster with my Hulkbuster being thrown on-top of my Prime 1 Batman that is on-top of my Hoth Luke that is on-top of my Y-Wing fighter that is on-top of my lightsaber collection that is on-top of my steelbooks that is on-top of my Omnibus’s that is on-top of my……….lol
The worst thing is how fast time flies on trivial, everyday nonsense. The repeated chores and anxieties that take over and before you know it they've stolen an hour, two hours, from you. That's what I hate the most. Lost 2 hours on an awful flick? You're not getting them back, but screw it, it was a one time thing. Lost 30 with a book that was so infuriating that you just had to finish it? Screw it, it's just roughly a day, how many have you wasted laying about? But the daily loss in all those small irritations of the average life tick me off. You sit down to drink your coffee and wake up, and before you know it an hour's passed.Very true my friend, I try not to waste time it is what life is made of and time waits for no man.
I saw it in 81, and like most, loved it, and know nothing has, or will ever top it.It's not the years but the mileage my friends. For all those that possess both and saw Indy in 1981.....Time flies.
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