I've got two movies to tell you not to see, The Spirit and Yes Man.

Don't see The Spirit because:
It has so much more style than content.
The pretty ladies are not enough to make up for the terrible, terrible everything else.
The pretty ladies are hyper-airbrushed.
Scarlett Johansen is not a good actress; this is a shame
Eva Mendes is not a very good actress, either; this is a greater shame.
Sam Jackson has lost his mind.  That, or he doesn't care anymore.  In any case, gone are the days of Zeus.
I just don't like the Spirit; he's not very cool. 
Also not cool: overdone noir and Frank Miller.

Don't see Yes Man because:
Jim Carrey's too old to make out with Zooey Deschanel.
There are other things wrong with it but I hated it less than I did The Spirit.

I will say, though, that even though the plot is contrived-out-the-ass, it's a sneaky contrivedness.  It makes you say, in your pretend conversation with the filmmaker, "Ooooh, that's why you did that.  Guh."


In other news: Today I went on an adventure.  I took the bus from my brother's apartment to downtown whereat I walked around and bought things.  I hadn't been downtown during the day in a while.  Gosh Tucson is a funny place.  I got to walk through a stinky tunnel underpass thing, past three transient lesbians in a row.  Then I passed a Reggae shop which was painted all kinds of neat.  You know there was a Bob Marley mural.  Or am I thinking of the Hippie Gypsy?  I don't know.  I walked past that place, too.  

I popped into a bike shop and wished I could afford things.  I would like a bunch of tools and a Bianchi Pisto to go with them.  I will never have these things.  S'ok.

Then I went to a stinky thrift store.  It was stinky and had mostly costumes.

Then I went to my favorite bookstore of all time.  This is not true, it's probably not my favorite.  But!  I bought two Terry Pratchett novels and a neat knitting book and a bicycle repair book and a collection of french short stories with english translations (very cool).

The bus ride home was traumatic and far smellier than any thrift shop.

I missed my bus so I figured I'd adventurize further and take a different one.  There was a gross young man who would burp words and phrases at the command of his mentally handicapped companion on board.  Also, the bus picked up the bum with the plastic bags I always see on Campbell.  He's brown from head to toe except for his eyes, which are blue.  He's a white guy caked in dirt and shit.  This is how he looks and smells.  
The guy sitting next to me, with the two sleeves with flames and dragons etc..., the dickies and denim workshirt and the cooler on his lap, got real upset.  He said, "Man, why don't you take a shower!" He showed  just how angry he was with a pop to the cooler with his fist.  Then he opened his cooler, took out a spray can, and spritzed cinnamon scent in the direction of the homeless man.

Why did he have a can of cinnamon spray in his cooler?

This bus did not go where I needed it to go, also.