I just saw the movie of “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”. I think I liked the play better. Of course, when I read the play, I didn’t have my dad looking over my shoulder, interrupting with “Look! This is when Guildenstern almost invents _(whatever)_!” Gah! Just let me watch the movie! Then he kept interrupting, saying stuff like “okay, now that’s Polonius. This is the scene where Hamlet kills him through the drapery, thinking that he’s Claudius.” AAARGH! It’s awful! I realize that I’ve never read Hamlet, but I’ve seen and read three parodies/satires of the play. You’d think that I’d have an idea of what’s going on, but evidently my dad doesn’t think that. Whenever my dad knows more about any subject than I do, he feels that he has to spout off all the mind-numbingly obvious facts about it. DUH — Hamlet thinks it’s his father. DUH — Guilderstern is about to discover momentum. DUH — Claudius murdered Hamelt’s father and married his mother. DUH — Guildenstern is about to discover gravity. DUH — he made a biplane. It’s infuriating!

I suppose he’s entitled to his moments of irritation, since today’s his birthday, but he’s overstepping the privelidge. I’m not completely brainless. I’m a fairly perceptive person. He’s the equivalent of the guy in a movie theatre showing “The 6th Sense” that shouts out “Bruce Willis is dead!” 30 minutes into the film. Except the other way around… ::blinks:: Yeah. ::sighs::