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Saturday, August 17, 2024

Grandpa's Day 2024 pt 2 - Alien Romulus


After the cemetery I drove out to South Shore cinema to meet my friend Seth and catch this movie on its release date. 

I'd been looking forward to this for quite awhile and I was not disappointed.  Set  between the first two films, this is a stand alone thriller about a group of young miners on a miserable colony world that seek to escape to a better life. They find their chance when a derelict space station appears in orbit, and they head out to raid it for the supplies for the long trip. Unfortunately,  the station has a few surprises in store for them, namely,  the xenomorphs.

I did think the movie started a little slow,  although I appreciated the world building.  From the moment they find the face hugger tho, it's off to the races, and the director never let off on the gas.  

The visuals are superb, the effects are practical rather than just all greenscreen, and there are plenty of Easter eggs referencing the other films in the franchise.  

The best part,  for me,  was the final fifteen minutes.  No spoilers, but that was some F'd Up S**t, and genuinely creepy. Yikes.

Grade: A

Afterwards I stopped at the airport Rocky Rococo, to order a slice of pizza - 39 years to the day I went there with my Grandma on Grandpa's Day of 85. 



Grandpa's Day 2024 Pt 1

Friday was the 41st anniversary of Grandpa's Day,  a day trip I took with my Grandpa only two weeks before he died.  To celebrate,  I took a much needed day off of work. 

Late in the morning Lisa and I drove down to Kenosha for lunch, taking the scenic route down Hwy 32. We ate at the Union Park Tavern, at the recommendation of a co-worker.




I will say that there sides were grand.  The jalapeño poppers featured red jalapeños and had a delicious kick to them. 


The potato wedges were on point,  and Lisa enjoyed the cheesy hashbrowns. 



The restaurant bucked tradition and in place of rye bread provided a thick slab of Italian bread.  I found this to be an abomination,  but it was much to my wife's liking. 

The fish tho . . . this was my 3rd fish fry in Kenosha and I just don't think they've got the knack for it. The batter was light and had almost no crisp to it,  the cod itself was average, and the seasoning was meh.

Sigh. 

Oh, and look at this egregious error in the 'newsletter' they have at each table:


"Wayne Cochran"????????? Do you mean the late, great EDDIE Cochran sir?????

Still a nice lunch.

Afterwards we drove home and enjoyed a nice nap before being awoken by Lulu constructing a new garbage cart for our kitchen. 



Then Lisa headed to work and I stopped by the cemetery to pay my respects and say another thank you for that great day we had together so long ago.