Syriana

Cassie and I just got back from watching Syriana and getting pancakes (French toast for me). I recommend this movie, I’m sure that it’ll get some awards. Our only complaint was that the person sitting next to Cassie fell asleep and was snoring. That group even had the balls to ask us to move to make enough room for them to sleep. Then the girl behind me decided to give her narration the entire movie, including reading all the subtitles and the street signs. George Cloony would be walking towards a car and I would hear behind me, “Oh, he’s going to the car.” Or Matt Damon would be standing in a desert and there would be a non-hushed voice, “I think they are in the Middle East.” Thank God her boyfriend decided that it wasn’t worth an effort to respond to her, but a shut-up would of helped.

I understand that there may be a segment of the world population that have a sequence in their brain that when there is a movie on in a crowded movie theater their lips need to move and their throat needs to form sounds. I just get the feeling that if I was The Rock people would shut the fuck up around me and let me watch my movie.

Oh, and the french toast was pretty tasty. I haven’t gone out for a 2:00 AM breakfast in years.