up in the big leagues

Oh no! Poor Weezie. I will miss her.

So I was on vacation for a while, and so not here and so not *here*. And so. Yes. And I missed poor Marlon Brando dying. Well, I didn't miss it, but I was too busy to acknowledge it in writing. So maybe I'd better do that now by telling my favorite Marlon Brando story. So, we're in 10th grade English, watching "A Streetcar Named Desire," which I knew starred Marlon Brando. When watching movies in school, it took two to three days to get through them, and at the start of day two I said, "Gee, I hope Marlon Brando finally makes an appearance today." You see, because, having only been familiar with contemporary Brando, it didn't occur to me that this guy this guy and even this guy could ever have been this guy. Sure, I see it now, but no way then. Of course, everyone in class thought I was an idiot, and now whenever I tell that story now everyone thinks I'm an idiot, but I'm here to share.

Yesterday, after brunch, Dollie turned the car on and it made a horrible noise and it wouldn't turn off, even with the key out of the ignition (Ack! Scary!!). And then we opened the hood and it finally turned itself off. And then we ran away screaming (kind of) and tried to make it go today, but it wouldn't turn on at all. So now he is with his friend Jack, the mechanic.

I also saw "Before Sunset." And Sloan. Good stuff, all around.

What, this isn't the magnificent return you expected? I'm sorry. Maybe next time.

PS Are we believing that whole Dave Chappelle becoming a Muslim and ruining comedy as we know it thing? Because I really don't want to.