Brad Moore At War

When I was a kid, I was good-looking and smart and had to go to bed at 8 (or 8:30 or 9:00 depending on how old we’re talking) on basically every night except New Years Eve. I know: “What changed?” I actually made promises to myself about all of this stuff. Something about how I wouldn’t become one of those typical ugly zit-faced teenagers who is loud and stupid and annoying. Oh, and that when I was a grown-up, I would stay out late just BECAUSE I CAN IF I WANT TO on all sorts of nights that were not New Years Eve.

I like to think I avoided the loud/stupid/annoying teenage complex pretty well. Staying zit free and good-looking? Coulda done better there – but I guess that one’s pretty relative. I’ll call it an American seven. But as for staying up late… let’s just say that my night ritual involves chips, salsa, leather-bound Bible and/or journal, good music, and a tall icy glass of something beautiful. It never starts before 10:30 and may end up taking a couple years off my life if I keep it up for another decade or two, but it could actually be worth it.

The point I’m making is that I couldn’t get to sleep before 10:00 anymore without a LOT of help – even if I wanted to. I guess it’s just as well, because when you’re a grown-up, then you get to do some awesome things late at night. Like going to Peter Jackson’s theatre in Miramar (aka Wellywood) New Zealand for front-and-center seats at the midnight opening of The Hobbit.

You know – just a completely hypothetical example. Not that I would ever do anything crazy like that on a Tuesday night when I have to work the next morning. I’m a responsible adult now.

Also, now I can post these things:

ALSO also: I’m impressed with the movie’s ability to faithfully portray the more playful tone of The Hobbit as well as the ridiculous beauty of Middle Earth / New Zealand. Not so impressed with 3D 48 FPS. Maybe it’ll grow on me someday, but not until its negative artistic associations shrink.