Crying in the dark

Marley and Me made me bawl like a baby. Multiple times. I can't say that happens all that often, but waiting around outside the bathrooms afterward and seeing all the bloodshot, puffy eyes trickling out of the theater made me feel a little better about it.
I'd recommend it to anyone needing a little bit of an emotional purge, or if you enjoy comtemplating your mortality while chuckling at witty quips delivered by Owen Wilson. Who doesn't, really?

Orange Peel Mouth

Because Cody doesn't have enough to do or enough to blog about, he started a LOST blog. Look forward to that once LOST starts... January 21, 2009, 9/8c.

MNMN tonight. It's either Role Models or Happy-Go-Lucky. It's a toss up. I do love Paul Rudd, but we may need to go to the Tower, due to new changes at the Tower that will be in effect in the next couple of weeks.

After eating a lot of it this week, I can assure you that stale popcorn is chewier, but still tastes great.