nature vs nurture

i inherited 2 things from my dad... the habit of remembering all the important things in my life in association with the food i ate, and a sad, sick love of very bad movies.

it's probably genetic.

yes, if you ask my dad about the birth of my older sister he will launch into a story about what they were serving in the hospital cafeteria that night.
yes, if you ask me about our family vacation 5 years ago, i will launch into a story about how that was when i ate a taco bell burrito supreme for the first time in my life.

and i realized last night as i launched into a very enthusiastic plot synopsis of my dad's favorite crappy movie "remo williams", the story of a cop who's death is faked and identity is altered so he can become an elite assassin guided by a martial arts master/bullet dodger/runner across water-um-er played by joel grey so he can help kate mulgrew expose an evil guy's scandal whilst falling in love with her, and escape from sure death by using an evil lackey's diamond tooth to cut through glass, that my mockery over the years of said flick has been nothing but a flimsy masking of my undying adoration of such a cinematic disaster.

i'm one step away from owning "water world".