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Groundhog’s Day

I just found a package of lunchmeat in my fridge that was alive with disease. I’m not talking “Ew, it has some mold on it” here, I’m talking “It’s crawling around the top shelf on some sort of pseudopod and mewling piteously.” I put it out of its misery.

Today’s the day when we all wait with bated breath for that pudgy little rodent to emerge from his hole and predict the next six weeks of weather for the entire country, or maybe even the world. I’ve never been sure just how far it extended. When did people actually take this tradition seriously?

At least we got a good movie out of it – 1993’s Groundhog’s Day starring Bill Murray. I’ve consistently listed that film in my top ten list since time out of mind, and it’s consistently earned strange looks from the general populace. Which just goes to show that the general populace wouldn’t know a good movie if it walked up, introduced itself, and kicked the crap out of them. After all, these are the same people that made blockbuster hits out of The Fast and The Furious, The Scorpion King, and Me, Myself, and Irene.

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