I need to remember to call downtown to see if I have to report for jury duty Friday morning. I’m already wondering which stack of books to cram into my bag to last the day.

Rob and I went to the Wyoming County fair on Sunday with a group of his friends. I came home with 1/2 pound of yummy fudge, a queasy stomach, and a headache. Also a bit of sunburn. I had a wonderful time, queasy stomach notwithstanding. The queasiness was due to the second to last ride, something called the Gravitron. It’s a circular ride where you stand against the wall while the whole room spins. The operator guy gives a warning that if you are chewing gum YOU WILL DIE. It’s all about centrifugal force… and that I am really old. Right at the point where you get stuck to the wall like my stomach loudly yelled, “I do not like this!” and I started to get a horrible crink in my neck. I had fun, but I was really glad when it ended. Until the tiny kid next to me piped up that he once went on it forty times in a row. My stomach turned over in sympathy and horror.

The highlight was Brandon, Brian, Rob and myself cramming ourselves into a single Tilt-a-whirl pod-thing and spinning madly while laughing like lunatics. We were probably the oldest people on the ride, but we were also having the most fun. Those things are not made to hold four adults though.

The lowlight was the lamest circus I have ever seen. It was free so I shouldn’t complain, but screw that. I’ve never seen clowns bomb before. It was oddly fascinating, in a train-wreck sort of way. While hiding behind the canvas and waiting for Lori we were accosted by an extremely husky Ronald McDonald who clambered out of a van behind the circus tent. Seriously, the guy looked more like a professional wrestler than a jolly clown. He asked to get his picture taken with the babies, but it looked more like a promo where Gorilla Monsoon would walk out with a microphone and spittle (and fists) would start flying.

Also over the weekend Rob and I crammed in two movies he had somehow passed his childhood without seeing- Lethal Weapon and RoboCop (which they have no need to remake). He found LW surprisingly enjoyable (even with me cheering loudly whenever Murtaugh would proclaim that he was too old for this shit) and he loved the real explosions (”Look! Debris! And some of it’s out of focus!”) CGI be damned.

I kind of am amazed that I was allowed to watch them when I was younger. What was practically the opening shot of LW caused me to exclaim “boobs!” and RoboCop contains a lot of ultraviolence.

In short: I love my parents. Movies are better with less special effects. Rob’s friends were fantastic as always. Fudge is good.

The end. Finally.

From the folks who brought you the Han Solo encased in carbonite desk, the Emperor Throne:

(Death Star not included)

This and the Christopher Lee video found via toplessrobot.com. For all your geeky/humor needs when cracked.com hasn’t updated.

When did the cheerleaders at football games start copying their moves from strippers??

3 points if you get the reference in the subject.

My boyfriend just called me from Target to ask if I wanted all four Lethal Weapon movies. Apparently they’re in a set for ten bucks. He said he was ruining a surprise, but he wanted to make sure. He’s such a sweetheart.

I agreed as long as he’d watch them with me. He’s never seen any of them. How does that happen? TBS or TNT is always showing one of them. He does not yet know that Danny Glover is most assuredly too old for this shit.

Well, he probably does because I say it whenever the movies come up.

My favorite is the Singing in the Rain bit.