1. David Lynch, who looks like Beckett if Beckett ever ate a sandwhich, reads the weather every day.
2. We will not be going to Illinois, because they have sentences like this in their newspapers:
Detectives need the public's help to obtain the identity of the shooter in what was the county's 10th homicide of the year. The shooter was believed to be in his 30s.
Detectives believe the egging was the motivation, but they did not yet establish which of the teens had tossed the egg or eggs.
3. I don't have time to express my satisfaction with the pancake flop of Michael Bay's The Island. I don't hate B's work, but he shouldn't be allowed to direct any script with a brainwave. (He's just fine for Transformers)
More importantly, I hope the empty seats help to silence the vapid buzz around Scarlett Johansen. She keeps getting good projects, and the actors surrounding her usually bring actual tension to their parts while J stays in the same static, slump-shouldered, adolescent pose throughout three acts. Jango Fett showed more range.
4. The sabattical is cuz we're going to be on the road for ten days, and I have ten days of southern-fried stupidity planned. Cue Star Trek theme, with Kirk's monologue:
Will report back when hot gravy shoot from the tape deck.
