job well done, richie cunningham!
so….
first off, i saw spiderman 3 last night.
and it ate a big bag of river rock sized shit pebbles.
yuck! terrible!
i can’t believe they actually spent money on that movie
without ever reading the script.
it was like everybody involved lost a bet or something…
the only redeeming part for me was how hot
ron howard’s daughter was.
i think her name is magic. or perfect. or hurricane or something…
ugh, she was devastatingly foxy.
i have no idea if she can act or not. but she did make me want
to kick myself in the balls over and over.
is that acting?
oh ron howard’s daughter, you wicked temptress…
how you slay me. AND you save me from awful musical/dance
numbers that happen in my superhero movies.
next up…
i think i have a man crush on ‘the dog whisperer’.
please tell me you’ve seen his show?
he’s totally the dr. phil of dogs. it’s crazy!
i know. i know.
but i think it’s his quiet power. his iron cool, that intrigue me.
he just NEVER gets flustered! and he never gets stuck
for an answer, no matter how complex the canine dilemma
put in front of him.
plus, he’s latin.
and i’m pretty sure that in some other dimension, i too am latin.
so… like attracts like.
sure, there have been man crushes in the past.
benicio del toro, johnny depp, johnny knoxville….
but those were more like: ‘i want to BE them.’
this one’s more like: ‘i just want to sit in a room and listen to
him talk and be soothed.’
imagine if he and ron howard’s daughter cross pollinated?!
holy shit, that would be nutty!
i don’t know how the world would stand a chance.
that would be like an atom bomb of perfect baby-ness!
finally, on a food note:
i was thinking about this recently…
if there was a contest for which type of cheese was the best cheese,
i think goat should win, hands down. no debate.
on apples, crackers, in omelets, on hamburgers, in salads.
it just doesn’t get any more perfect than goat cheese.
am i right? so creamy!
in fact, i’d go so far as to say that if the dog whisperer and
ron howard’s daughter ever did find themselves “with child,”
i would lobby hard that he or she be named ‘goat cheese’,
cause in my mind, that baby would occupy, like, the same place
in human greatness as goat cheese does in cheese greatness.
ah!, could you imagine…
then maybe chris martin’s kid, ‘apple’ could become friends
with ‘goat cheese’… cause that, my friends, is destiny.