Friday, March 21, 2008

Choose the form of the Destructor

Ok, the total understanding of this blog is predicated on the idea that you remember the 1984 film Ghostbusters. Ok? Ok. (BTW, I am not in any way advocating that you should actually see this movie. Maybe my tastes have changed over the years but yikes!)

So, in the movie, at the end, Zuul is trying to destroy Earth (or something, I've forgotten by now) and she says, "Choose the form of the Destructor!" The Ghostbusters ostensibly clear their minds because, of course, they don't want to be destroyed. Then Zuul announces that the Destructor has been named (I forget what the actual wording is) and the Ghostbusters protest that they didn't think of anything...all but Dr. Ray Stantz who says,

"I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something that could never destroy us. Something I loved from my childhood. The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man! He was on all the packages we used to buy when I was a kid. We used to roast Stay Puft marshmallows at Camp Waconda!"

And so, the formerly innocuous form of the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man is seen to be clambering through the streets of Manhattan, merrily making a great mess of things. (Incidentally, my favorite views of the Marshmallow Man are when he has a sinister look on his face, and when the Ghostbusters finally blast him and he gets the 'uh oh' look on his face before falling off the skyscraper. I mean, in the first case, who could conceive of a giant man made of marshmallows as being sinister...hee hee hee?)

So, a year or so ago Friend Husband and I rented this movie from the library and watched again. In the midst of all the bizarre garbage in there, we gleaned one golden nugget: "Choose the form of the Destructor!" Because, of course, we have our very own Destructor here in the hacienda. Yes, you guessed it.

And no, I'm not planning to tell you what he destroyed this time. Suffice it to say that all my therapy training is becoming useful in keeping me from sitting on the floor and rocking.

And this pretty much sums up how I feel when confronted with yet another David-induced disaster:


Anonymous said...

Well, I'll be with you soon. But, just this morning my husband and I were talking about how great it is that our David continues to explore and create havoc at the orphanage. So many of the other little boys seem to have given up and sit dutifully around the table.

I think it would be way harder to turn back on their interest in life than to channel David's into something useful.

You can remind me that I wrote that when David has ruined something of mine ~

msta62 said...

So how does a visit to cousin M in Sweden sound?? Although I am a 110%sure you would be missing the kids before you even left them! :-)
I am right, huh!?

There is a good word in Swedish: "Husmorssemester".

The Mama Bear said...

I'm sorry I have to chuckle, we are so Ghostbuster's fans and I love where you went with this.