On Tuesday night, I saw one of the worst movies I've seen in a long time. "Live Free and Die Hard" is horrific. Not since "The English Patient", have I seen a more inferior movie at the theater. The script appears to be written at a 1st grade level and the plot is like showing up at Golden Corral for all-you-can-eat fake crab. After awhile, you get sick and yearn for the real thing. Most action movies have an excellent plot, great script, believable actors and a soundtrack to get your blood pumping. Not with "Live Free and Die Hard." It is so depressingly made, that they should be selling Prozac at the concession stand.

I like action movies. "Aliens", "Die Hard", "Raiders of the Lost Ark", "The Road Warrior" and "The Matrix" are a few of the classic action movies. As I write this, I am still trying to vanquish this movie from my mind. "Live Free and Die Hard" is no action movie....it is barely a movie.

If you want to see a great movie, check out "Knocked Up" or "Ratatouille". You will not be disappointed.

-Rob

We recently discovered a band from New Zealand named The Flight of the Concords. They are hilarious! You can watch their new show on HBO, which is self-titled, Sunday nights at 10:30 pm.

The Flight of the Conchords on David Letterman

If you have ever had a cat or dog, you will be able to relate to the diaries below. Thanks to Glenn for the post.

Excerpt from a Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpt from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

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My friend Stevo sent me this picture. The chalk says it all.