Haiku mood. Lame, yes.

Wack movie weekend.
"Bubba Ho-Tep" and "Kill Bill"
Then the new Coen Bros.

All three kicked much ass.
Beetles, bedpans; flying limbs
And ... some funny stuff.

Bruce Campbell Presley,
dyed-black JFK and mum-
mies? "Bubba"'s brilliant.

Joel and Ethan Coen
Write funny-ass dialogue.
George Clooney's cool too.

Tarantino rules.
I don't care if he's depraved,
he's the fucking man --

Uma, swinging sword,
kills hundreds of Yakuza
very artfully.

See these movies now.
Or I'll eat your soul, behead
You, and divorce you.

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oh yeah -- saw BHT with Richie and my sister. that was the funniest shit -- Jenny says Richie and I were the only ones laughing when Bruce threw his hip out onstage. I think I may go as rest-home Elvis for Halloween, that's how much I liked that movie (and the costume would be easy).

then! saw Kill Bill with Andrea. she's fun and smart, and cute, with a great -- yet not in the least bit snobby -- taste in movies. I like 'er, and when we behave like teenagers, I'm happy. yay.

saw Intolerable Cruelty alone. it's cool; I enjoy that, I'm comfy with solitude, and I get to concentrate on the film more. I was pleasantly surprised -- I thought it was gonna be a bit duller than some of their other stuff, but the Coens wrote a really good movie, aimed at a bit more ... popular? ... audience than, say, "Fargo." (ok, sure, that's pretty popular too, but whatsisface gets ground up in a wood chipper fer chrissake!) Only they would be able to make a romantic comedy so sharp. I mean, a hitman named Wheezy Joe? Dude. Hell yeah.

and I've procrastinated like fuck on work today. I"m behind in gathering quotes, I've wasted over an hour and a half this night web-surfing when I could've been editing, etc etc. ah well. such is life.