Me and the Train go to see Kung Fu Hustle. (excellent, though its structure bears an unnerving resemblance to the Yu-Gi-Oh episodes I watch with my nephew. Two guys fight, one guy wins with fist of the saphire tornado. But then another guy walks in and whips out the dance of the drunken turtle. But then another guy...)

Sitting in front of us for about five minutes was John Turturro. But some lady sat next to him, and thus forced him to uncross his legs. He gave that about five minutes, all hunched forward in his seat, and then left. Didn't return. Guess he had to go spend that Sandler money elsewhere.

Also: Sploid is hitting its stride. This morning:

"Wee defenseless kittens were stolen from an animal shelter last week. Thanks to the wonders of our privacy-free surveillance age, the evildoers have been caught. The kittens have been returned to the animal shelter, where they are scheduled to be euthanized in five days."

Quality.

In contrast, Drudge is leading with that Newt/Hillary story that is not really a story as all their interesting comments are months old and have already been discussed elsewhere. But he had to put the story up top because the Times put it on the front page. And his only editorial addition is a halogen-lit shot of Lady Clinton.

But the Sploid I support because co-editor Ken Layne is the definition of so fuckin' money and you don't even know it. He's like one of the last gonzo journalists after Ian McDiarmid tracked them all down and killed them in the 80s. He heads up an alt country band, he was blogging before just about anyone, and the terms "wingnut" and "nutbag" would not have nearly as much currency in online political debate were it not for him. If anyone is going to become the anti-Drudge, it's a hell of a lot more likely it will be Layne than Ariana Huffington, who may have been one of Jim Henson's last creations.

None of this really has anything to do with anything except that I've been putting time into movies and blogs because the books were about to arrive. And now it's 10:45 AM and I've gotten five books from UPS and Fed Ex, all which need to be reviewed by next Friday. And thus there shall be no Sploid reading, no moviegoing (not even for Sith!) until these books are consumed. Hello, coffee.