The kid’s head was right in front of the television, and my mind traveled back to Mike Myers in So I Married an Axe Murderer. And then back to Auburn University, 1995 — okay, so my mind’s already been on Auburn a lot lately. Anyways, good film. Axe Murderer was the go-to movie during my freshman year of college — I must have watched it 20 times that ’95-’96 school year. I had nearly every line memorized; and the movie — or one of its hilarious quotes — undoubtedly came up daily.
A few of us got in the habit of singing “There She Goes” (by The Boo Radleys) each time a certain girl entered our Chemistry class. Others of us would, in our best Scottish accents (mine is horrible — all my accents are), make fun of each others’ big heads (like oranges on toothpicks). Coffee shops were just becoming popular in Auburn, and always someone was complaining there’d been a mistake because they ordered the large cappuccino. None of us trusted the Colonel with his wee beady eyes. And my roommates and I ate haggis for dinner at least four nights a week.
As far as movies go, So I Married an Axe Murderer WAS my freshman year of college.
I haven’t seen it since.
Funny how we have those movies. Those albums. Those lotions from Bath and Body Works (Sun-Ripened Raspberry rules). Those aquamarine-colored L.L. Bean anoraks (yeah, I was probably the only guy with that color).
Music and movies, smells and shells — these are the closest we’ve got to time travel machines.
That which seems so very important, funny, interesting, popular, or relevant today likely will not last beyond a season. But it may forever possess a remarkable ability to return us to that season, even if only for a moment.
Take the time, then, to smell the roses (and the lotions) and to quote some funny movies. That may one day be your only ticket to Memory Lane. You’ll have to write your own moral for this blog post; this is far too trite. And, really, I didn’t have a point when I started writing anyway.
I leave you with a “War Eagle!” and a few of my favorite quotes from So I Married an Axe Murderer:
Harriet: It’s late.
Charlie: Not for me.
Harriet: Who for then?
Charlie: Who for then what?
Harriet: Well you sighed and then you looked at your watch so I was just wondering who it was late for.
Charlie: Not for me. I love the night life. I like to boogie!!
Charlie: Tell me one bad thing that you’ve done, and it better be evil.
Harriet: How evil?
Charlie: Really evil. Like so evil, that you would say it was E-VEEL, like the FRU-ITS of the DE-VEEL.
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.
Beautiful, bemus-ed, bellicose butcher.
“He wants you back,” he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire…
except the passion of his heart.
I am lonely.
It’s really hard.
This poem… sucks.
Bonus: Speaking of reminiscing, old stuff, memories and the like, from whom does this quote come (without googling) — and of what season in your life does it remind you?
The smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia.
Or maybe you just want to express your deep love for Axe Murderer…