Dry Spell

It's the middle of summer.

Tim and I decided to play hookie and see a movie. Kind of a cloudy day, so why not?


Message to Hollywood. Movies are supposed to fun and escapist. Especially in the middle of summer.

There is nothing in the Green Hills 16 Screen Complex that is even remotely interesting. Cinderella Man? Should have been a Christmas movie. Don't feel like spending 2 hours watching Russell get his beautiful mind beat in. Pig Vomit Sideways is in it, but that still doesn't make it feel like a summer flick.

War of the Worlds? So not going there. Tom Cruise can kiss my butt.


Besides, if I want to see commercials for reruns on cable, I'll stay home. I can't sit through that stupid TNT What Is Drama ad one more time. What is drama? Well, it's trying to figure out a way to get to work with your car in the shop. It's trying to figure out how to keep the lights on when payday is four days after the shut off date on the electric bill. It's watching your high school friend die of cancer. I think we all know what drama is. We don't need C list actors from rerun cop and hospital shows opining.

Guess we're just going to the Apple Store and coming home.