Last night at the gym I had to work out beside two women who just would not stop talking. Trapped! They went across a wide spectrum of topics including spiritualism, dating, hair, dating, best friends boyfriends, psychics, cuteness, masculinity and dating. Best line: “He was French. So you know he wasn’t super-masculine.” Thank god SharkBoy didn’t hear that. Nearer to the end, the most talkative one asked “What’s your name again?”<\/p>\n
I got a movie from a bin at my favorite video store called “Flight of the Living Dead” and thought “With a title like that, I am pretty sure that Meryl Streep wept when the script passed her by.” The tag line was “Outbreak on a Plane” and I think pluralizing the “outbreak” would have been a bigger wink to Samuel Jackson. For a crap zombie flick with all the quality of a made-for-SciFi-channel movie, it was a-fucking-mazing! It was as bad as you expected and yet so much more! All the cliches were there: a nun, a skanky air hostess, a good air hostess, a cop and his prisoner doing their best Odd Couple shtick, a “last flight before I retire” pilot, a mile high club scene interrupted by a zombie attack and marital drama saved by death. Please. Rent this movie.<\/p>\n
I walked into my local pizza joint and the guy behind the counter says “Hey! iPhone guy!” That kind of freaked me out because I didn’t have it on me at the time. <\/p>\n