And apparently it was two, at least according to NATIONAL TREASURE, which I watched again last night. Man The Girl loves that movie. Good thing her next husband, Nick Cage, is getting weirder looking in his old age, or I’d be worried.

(So how does everyone else format their titles? Online-wise, I’ve generally done the ALL CAPS THING, but maybe that’s garish and italic would be easier on the eyes, or bold perhaps, or maybe both?  Thoughts?  Maybe it depends on what kind of title I’m typing about.  Maybe I should look it up in that fancy formatting and grammer book I have floating around somewheres. )

Went to a “party” that turned out to be more of a get-together in Santa Cruz with in-laws for The 4th.  Swam, ate a ridiculous amount of food.  Like a TON.  And that was apparently just appetizer because after I couldn’t eat any more, they brought out the actual food. Gah.  But it was good and I didn’t have to eat again for 48 hours, so it worked out.  Went home while it was still daylight and crashed early.  Or tried to anyway, as I ended up tossing and turning on the couch until about 4am.  Didn’t see any fireworks, but that was fine, I’ve seen them before and still had the “joy” of hearing them all night.  Otherwise, uneventful weekend spent with The Girl and no kid, which was nice.  Not that The Kid isn’t nice too, but the mini-vacation felt good.

Listening to the Michael Jackson funeral in the background.  Someone’s talking nice things about him, not sure who.  Funny how the press and famous people have been about trashing the “child molesting freak” for the last decade or so, but now that he’s dead, it’s all about how awesome he is again.  I bet he faked his death and is living on Celebrity Island or something.  Good for him.  Man he was big when I was kid.  I forgot how big.  I used to break dance at lunch in grade school.  THAT’S how big he was.  I have a scar on my thumb from the time I really stupidly tried to cut the fingers off a pair of cotton gloves with a kitchen knife.  THAT’S how big he was.  It’s a trip to see all the old footage and videos and stuff, seeing back in the day.  My uncle was asking a car full of us a couple days after he died whether he was really that big or not (not out of sarcasm or pessemism or anything, he honestly didn’t know) and I got to thinking…um…YES!  I had forgetting how YES he was, but yeah he was everywhere.  He was the King. Oh well.  R.I.P. Michael.

Someone just sang his favorite song SMILE, (I’m betting the format of a song title should be different from a movie title?) which of course is a great song, but I had no clue it was written by Charlie Chaplin.  Please someone revoke my Useless Geek Trivia Knower license.

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