It's weird posting on weekends. I know I have to write something (the NaBloPoMo gods are not the kinds of dieties you want to tempt; they are petty and wrathful), but I also know that not many of my legions of faithful readers are going to read what I put up here on a Saturday or Sunday. That's why I write crap.
Speaking of crap, which I did yesterday describing the completely inept movie The Happening, Courtney and I washed that bad taste out of our mouths today when we took in a matinee showing of Role Models at the downtown theater. Funny movie. It's basically Paul Rudd acting like every other cynical and dry Paul Rudd character and Sean William-Scott trotting out Stifler once again. Lucky for both of them neither has gotten old for me. And neither has repetitive use of the words fuck and boobies. Good for a laugh every time.
Truly, the movie was fucking hilarious.
M. Night Shyamalan should watch it and take notes and consider casting Stifler or McLovin in his next movie and then let Paul Rudd or director David Wain help him write it. Or better yet, just not make any more movies.
And that's all I have today. It's Saturday, so what do you want? Now go away and let me watch the football game and eat some ice cream. No, I know I didn't do anything to deserve any ice cream, but I'm having some anyway so deal.
(Special thanks to Courtney for telling me how to use HTMLMNOP to make something italicized in my blog title. She's so freakin' awesome.)