Well, all hope died today. A dream of a world where the world doesn’t hate America is gone. I don’t mean to be over dramatic, but what we are seeing right now is history. It’s the beginning of the end. How often do you get to see the beginning of how an Empire falls? It’s not going to fall right now or anytime soon for that matter. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and it didn’t fall in a day either. But the decay has begun. We are witness to it. We get to see history in the making. Isn’t that cool?

I celebrated our impending doom by putting in the happiest, most optimistic movie I could find: Schindler’s List. Not bad. I don’t feel so depressed anymore. I wanted to breakdown and cry or vomit or something, but that was so much better than where things were going.

Of course after that I put in my O.C. DVDs. Nothing like watching messed up rich kids to make you forget about your problems with messed up rich kids.

I guess we have one thing to look forward to. Traditionally when things get bad, art gets great. Expect lots of great movies and music for the next 4 years!

Sorry I haven’t written in a while. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write, I just never had the time or energy. I kept mental notes and such, but never typed them out. And I realize people want to see more. For a while there I thought like two people read this thing. Lately it’s been more like, well, everyone. Which is cool. I’ve got to dish out the dirt though to keep you people happy.

Some lessons I’ve learned lately at the movie theater: Do not ever assume that the best time to watch a kids’ movie is at the matinee on a school day. There are a lot of bad parents out there. I was shocked to find that on a Thursday afternoon there were more families in the movie theater than on most weekends. No wonder this country is going down the crapper.

At the movie I saw last night there was a trailer for the new Bridget Jones movie. At the conclusion of the trailer I heard an old guy behind me say, “huh, she’s gotten heavy.” I didn’t know if I wanted to burst out laughing to the confusion of everyone around me, or to turn around and point out what an idiot this guy was.

What’s the etiquette for making out in a movie theater? When I saw Friday Night Lights one of the kids who works at the theater (I recognized him because he took my ticket the night before) was there with his girlfriend and sat on the other side of the aisle in front of me. We were the only people in the theater. These kids couldn’t be more than 17, and it was pretty funny to watch this courting ritual in action. An annoying peck here and there. The thing was, they obviously weren’t here for the movie. Which is cool. If you need a place to make out, a theater is as good a place as any. But dear Lord, I don’t need to watch that when I paid for this (and you probably didn’t). What ever happened to that time when you took a girl to the back of the theater for making out? Luckily they left a half-hour in. I still can’t figure out if that was because they were going to get more serious or if it was game 7 of the playoffs for the Red Sox.