bud and lou

"this paper with the arabic writing on it. what more evidence do we need?"

(is this a quote from our president?)
No!

actually i'm watching (bud) abbott & (lou) costello in "abbott and costello in the foreign legion."

i love this.
and what they find is actually an arab laundry ticket. so our president has the common sense of fictionally simple characters? oh god, what if this is what he watched for research, in addition to the movie "dave" -- what have i stumbled upon this midnight hour?

probably one of my all-time favorite abbott & costello flicks is "hold that ghost." my sister always wanted to watch it and i'm sure i used to bitch and whine and pretend to resent it at the time (b/c that's the behavior of a teenage girl), but i always really liked it. still really like it. costello makes a panicked, wheezing noise whenever he is scared or hurt -- as though he's completely incapable of forming any sort of sentence.

funny things about my sister:
-- whilst watching lassie, she would sit through the end credits when lassie would raise her paw; my sister would then raise her leg in the air.

-- when she was about three she wrote down the lyrics from the middle of the song "kiss off" by violent femmes ("one, one, one cause you left me...") and included illustrations for each one.

-- she sang TLC's "waterfalls" into a tape recorder while listening to it on her headphones. (bram and i found this tape. i never tire of telling this story.)

-- she doesn't drink much, but when she does, she gets "dancey."

-- she and i have somehow honed a skill of thinking up clever advertisements:
"there's nothing funny about orthopedic shoes."
"these aren't veggie burgers!"
"everyone's a rock star at the mall of america."
(these are only funny if: 1. you know the background of the story; and 2: you are me or meg.)

-- whenever i would go out with my friend amy lein, her sister, jen, would pick me up en route to dakota square or cine 5 or whatever; meg would want to go along sooo badly that we would have to disguise our plans; i would be calling the "weatherline" (amy) and then i would find out that it would be "snowing at our house in 15 minutes,"(they'd pick me up) and so on and so forth.

tangent: funny! a large fish just attached itself to costello's finger!

will be entertaining the child a great deal this weekend, which means, ultimately, i'll be forced to sit through hillary duff's "a cinderella story." with any luck (?) i can find "garfield" at a cheap theater and pay rock bottom prices to see bill murray's self respect disappear.

no luck. garfield was so wrong that even the cheap theaters didn't want it. it's not even at the brookdale cheapo dive theater. however "ella enchanted" is, and that might be my ticket away from hillary duff.

or mean girls. really funny. surprisingly funny and enjoyable, but who doesn't like seeing the popular girls' asses get kicked? probably the popular girls, i suppose.

do you think the once popular high school girls are watching this movie, feeling sympathy for the "mean girls?" or do they think "was i that kind of a miserable, torturing cuss in high school?" or do they think "i wish i could have been that thin in high school when i was popular." or maybe even "i wish i could go back in time: i'd work harder to be that popular." or maybe they are in "mean girl" denial, "i was never THAT bad. i only gave bleeding wedgies once or twice."
 
and now my eyes are beginning to cross and close unvoluntarily. that can mean only one thing: not enough crack.

wait. i mean sleep. i need more sleep. less crack, more sleep. (i should cross-stitch that on a blanket or something.)