Deceitful, two-faced she-woman.

That's kinda how I feel pledging to start a blog prompted by my good friend's encouragement, starting said blog, and then leaving it to lay dormant for so long that I had to skim through three or four pages of Facebook links to find the darned thing.

I also love, like down down down down deep in my heart love, O Brother, Where Art Thou? and that it's been on TBS pretty much non-stop for the past week or so. I mean, The Wedding Planner, Singer, and Date are all swell flicks, but every once in a while I need cinema with some guts and a big fat bottom. Ulysses Everett McGill delivers in under 30 minutes with extra bread sticks you didn't pay for. Pass the sauce.