My Super Ex-Girlfriend: sadly, not so great. Not even Eddie Izzard saved it. Lack of chemistry all around, nothing really firing on all four cylinders. Great concept, a few good laughs, and that’s about all.
Talladega Nights: everything that Anchorman was and more. If you don’t laugh yourself sick watching this one, then (to paraphrase Ricky Bobby), fuck you. Worth putting up with redneck teenagers at midnight, even.
Out of here. Three days away from the new home, the cat in heat, email, and life as I know it. Just me, CL, and whatever awaits us in northeast other state. Posting as normal will resume post-vacation. But in the meantime, just remember:
Ten equals 2.
Northeast other state?
Okay, fine, it was Northwest. I should have added the “ern” to clarify, too. Not like “state in the North East,” but rather the northeastern part of a state.
This is way too much explanation for this.