Keanuthon

12:11pm. Where does the day go? We are already half-way through it and yet we have only seen two movies. Fortunately, this one is pretty good, and it has Sarah Jessica Parker, wife of potential Johnny Utah-playing movie star but not squeaky-voiced stage actor star, Matthew Broderick.

So this dog probably only weighs 15 pounds, but she feels like the gravitational singularity of the universe, sucking all life into her and making her dense as a rock.

Clarification: SJParker’s husband has only recently gone completely squeaky-voiced on stage, having been struck with a condition we call “LeoBloomItis” – we hope this malady is acute and he will recover shortly, he is in our prayers.

FYI – all it takes to get me between the sheets is some greasy, slicked-back hair guy telling me my hair looks like some made up color of some stupid made up flower. Meanwhile, the kids are playing “Steal the Injun’s land!” – what fun!

Bootie! (not to be confused with “Boogie!”)

I am discovering I am only familiar with the Keanu parts of many of the movies we watch – might want to pay more attention to the other parts of the movies next year. Nah. Prolly not.

Today seems to be the day of the weird testicular comment. Not in the movies, but in real life. Not that movies aren’t real.

Hypothetical: You could copulate with Sarah-Jessica Parker or her annoying, mean, moderately unattractive, completely undesirable friend. Who do you pick?
Wait. That isn’t a very good hypothetical. Where is Falzoné when we need him?

You would laugh if I told you!