My aunt and I took Ladybug and Baby Duck to see a movie today.  We chose Legend of the Guardians: the Owls of Ga'Hoole.  I thought it would make a good choice for the kiddos... and I kind of have a fondness for owls.
    Anyway, Aunt Taffy and I attempted to take advantage of the coffee bar in the theater and paid for two caramel lattes.  Only after swiping my card did the cashier mention, "Oh, but our fridge broke in back and all I have up here in the little fridge is soy.  Is that alright?"  Umm, no... hmmm.....  walking away with my refund, I wondered how the dairy products had had enough time to spoil, but in that time no one had thought to go to the grocery store two blocks over and buy a gallon of milk to put in the little functioning fridge that was housing the soy?  Oh, well.  On to the movie.
     The theater was empty but for two gender neutral adults... well, I don't know if they really looked all that androgynous.  Maybe I just couldn't tell what they were because I was too busy staring at the plastic bags they had put over their seat backs slip-cover-style.  I assume it was for sanitation purposes?  Although Aunt Taffy speculated that it might actually be for the protection of the seats based on the slovenly manner in which they were consuming their snacks.  I began to wonder if this movie was of the genre that spawned conventions...
     My fears were confirmed.  The movie was obviously based on a weird book that I hadn't read and have no desire to read if it is as stupid as the screenplay.  The effects were worth seeing in 3D, though.  But after a continuous soundtrack that Aunt Taffy pointed out sounded like it had been ripped from The Gladiator, a pivotal moment came in the story where a theme was needed... and cue the completely misplaced peppy pop song.  Wow.  What a lame song.  Wait a minute... that voice... Oh.  My.  Gosh.  They didn't!  Yeah, I think they did.  Well, who better to perform such a ditty than Owl City?  I really hate Owl City...

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