At one time this blog was going to be Tales of the Old Monkey, which was a play on ABC’s Tales of the Gold Monkey from back in the 80s (a short lived tv show).
The monkey in question was a toy flashlight my daughter had when she was younger that stood watch over my tool bench. Occasionally the old battery would give just enough juice to make it chatter. I loved it.
One day it fell and busted and I haven’t found another.
It’s New Years Eve and we’ve eaten dinner already and now we’re sitting here, as a family, watching Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, again.
The original Jumanji is a classic but I think as far as comedy you can’t beat this remake. One of the few remakes I’ve actually ever enjoyed. The Rock and Kevin Hart are always fantastic together (see Central Intelligence).
We’ll finish this up and then go our separate ways (them to their rooms, the wife and I in the living room) until about 11:30 tonight.
I’m kind of interested to see what NYC is going to do this year.
It’s been a rough year for all of us. But if you’re reading this and still alive, it can get better.
At midnight tonight after your first kiss of the year with your loved one, or whatever, please step outside and join me in screaming JUMANJI at the top of your lungs.