The Hunger Games Musings

After resisting commenting on The Hunger Games for months, I feel I must comment on the whole phenomenon now for some reason.

The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, I guess the reason is that I went to see the movie–this after suffering through reading the trilogy.

I must tell you that the only reason I went to see the movie is because 13-year-old grandgirl was desperate to see it. Love will make you do things you never thought you’d do. Also, I had movie coupons. That made it easier to go, along with a Buffalo Wild Wings gift card, making the entire night my best price—FREE.

Back to the books. I read all three of them—count ‘em—3—because my daughter and grandgirl #1 were reading them. Honestly, I don’t get all this “I couldn’t put them down” posts I read (present tense) on an almost daily basis. The writing is weak, and the storyline predictable, much like the Twilight series of which I could only stomach 100 pages of before jumping ship. But that’s another story.

It took me FOREVER to read The Hunger Games and subsequent sequels.  I would read and wonder if the torture would ever end. Honestly, I did not and do not see the appeal of children killing children. I may be missing an underlying message, but I don’t see it at all.

After reading the first installment in particular, I couldn’t see how on earth they could produce this movie without it being a bloodbath. I will give them credit on keeping their young audience in mind and keeping the blood to a minimum and blurring many of the graphic scenes. Much. Blurring. Which in this movie is a very, very good thing.

I will say that I commiserate greatly with Gale. That stupid Katniss should have run like the wind into the woods with him instead of ending up with the spineless, lackluster Peeta. Poor Gale is an aside where he should have been developed into a major player, especially given the eye candy actor they cast in his role.

I don’t know how, but The Hunger Games has struck a collective nerve across the country. Someday, I’ll figure out just how to do that and walk away as a gazillionaire, too.


Random Act of Kindness #42

Be a Designated Driver

For a friend.

For a family member.

For anyone.

I can’t stress strongly enough what a lifesaver this random act of kindness is.

People I know killed by drinking or drunk drivers:

A close friend in high school, along with her sister, mother, and father.

My good friend from church. She left behind a husband and four children.

My nephew.

I offer this act of kindness to everyone I know. There is no reason to EVER drink and drive.

Call a cab.

Call a friend.

Sleep where you are.

Please do this one.

Save your life. Or your child’s life. Or your spouse’s life. Or my life.

Thank you.

Caught in a Tornado!

Caught in a Tornado!

Today I was sitting at my desk, trying to finish up grading, when I heard that baseball-sized hail was headed my way. Thinking that I could get home ahead of it, I grabbed my stuff and hurried to my car.

It was raining when I left, with blue skies in front of me. No problem. I can stay in front of the front and all will be well.

Not when I get stopped for the full rotation of at least three lights.

The hail started first. Then, the blinding rain. Since I could still see blue skies, I thought that surely I could make it home.


At one point I was totally engulfed by driving winds and blinding rain. I thought the car was going to be lifted off the road. I was scared.

When it was clear to me that I was in a tornado—sometimes I’m a little slow—I pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. I was afraid to get out of the car because I might get blown away since I still thought the car was going to lift off.

I was praying like crazy.

Then, a little bitty woman ran in front of my car and into the restaurant. Shoot. I figured if the wind wasn’t blowing her away, I’d be okay since I’m about twice her size.

I walked as fast as I could into the restaurant, and in the 10 feet I walked, my clothes and hair were completely soaked. After feeling that wind, I now understand how people’s clothes are ripped off of them in a tornado.

I didn’t think I was that scared, but after I got inside I started shaking all over. I could hardly control my hands enough to text my husband that I was all right.

Just like that, it was over. The skies cleared, and I drove home.

Here’s what I saw after the storm:

It’s supposed to be a rough afternoon and evening. Here’s hoping we don’t get hit again.