Goooooooood morning, Vietnam! Please tell me you know of the movie I just referenced. If you’re my age or younger, you are exempt from being required to know it. However, if you are my parents age or older, there is no excuse. Yes, I realize there is a slight age gap between me and my parents, leaving room for people between the ages of 18 and 25 to flounder helplessly. Where do they fit, these good people who fall into the void of this trivial age range? Well, how do I feel about them not knowing Good Morning, Vietnam? I certainly wouldn’t allow them in the excused group, but I would be remiss if I put them into the unexcused group. Thus, results are inconclusive. I’m sorry 18-25 year olds, you have yet to placed. Please be patient while the the government decides your fate. Also yes, my parents are 25 years old. At heart.
So, yeah, Good Morning, Vietnam, what a flick. Unfortunately, Slovak Netflix doesn’t possess the gem of a film. (Ahhh, that’s why he did that intro, it all tied in to Slovakia. whew) No Good Morning, Vietnam is rough, but it’s ok. I’ll endure. Lucky for me, I have other American classics to keep me company; Slovak Netflix’s roster boasts some of the all time greats, such as The Notebook and Crazy, Stupid, Love. Yes, Ryan Gosling is in both of those. It must coincidence that I like two movies with Ryan Gosling.. Ok, it’s not a coincidence, Ryan just has the disarming charisma of the bad boy who’s only good for you, hence drawing viewers by the millions. Also, full disclosure: I have only seen part of Crazy, Stupid, Love. I solely referenced it for the laughs. However, I’m sure R Goz -that handsome devil- is amazing, as always.
Do you want to know what else is amazing? Me too.
Ok, let’s look back on those first couple paragraphs. Is my blog introduction relevant to my Rotary experience as a whole or even representative of this week’s activities? No. Does it include references to the very real, very netflix-related problems I’m dealing with in the current day? Yes. Well, then it must be a perfect introduction. I will keep it and hope I’m not straying too far from the appropriate, informational and updational outline used for a Rotary introduction. There are probably some mature blog writing parameters I should be following while writing “updates” for all of my mother’s Facebook friends. With relatively large audience of mature adults, I don’t want to appear crass or imprudent. That being said, I haven’t been criticized yet. Might as well push the envelope. That’s what all the real groundbreakers in history have done: Alexander Hamilton, Lady GaGa, The Mailman. So, now I have sufficient evidence to believe pushing the envelope is a good idea, I’m going to go ahead and not push envelope. Let’s pack it tight, play it safe, and try another introduction.
Hello, Mother, Mother’s facebook friends, and everyone else! The first thing I want to say is that I don’t normally call the one who birthed me Mother, I say mom. Just to let you know, because that’s definitely important. The second thing I want to say is I will be starting a more cultured introduction now. Of course, three paragraphs have already taken their places ahead of this one. What can I say, I don’t pick the order of the paragraphs, I’m just the author. My deep apologies if fourth paragraph introductions are something you can’t tolerate or prefer not to tolerate. If leaves less intolerant people reading this, I won’t complain. This is a tolerant person zone, and I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYONE WHO IS NOT TOLERANT. IF YOU ARE NOT TOLERANT, GET OUT. Whew! After a little hypocrisy, I think it’s time to actually work hard and write about Slovakia stuff, the stuff people are actually curious about, and the stuff my parents will indubitably ask me about the next time we facetime. Ah well, despite having to retell the same stories for my family, I will still try to expound some of the goings on here in Slovakia, for you, dear reader, and for posterity. Here’s to repeating myself for the ones I love! And how about a cheers for posterity? To Posterity! Na Zdravie!
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