I saw this movie with PetRock last night. And by the by, he says "hello." Anyway, he had free passes to see a preview of "A Midsummers Night Dream." By the time we got to the theater though, all the seats were taken. So, the manager, in an unusually friendly gesture, allowed anyone who did not get in, to see any other movie, on him. Thus, "Go." Interesting movie. At times, revolting, at times funny as fucking shit, and at times, crotch-stirring. This is a movie about roughly one day in the lives of a small group of L.A. kids/actors/drug dealers who are all linked kind of like the 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon game. Not a bad movie, but not a good one either. Kind of just "ok." The two female leads were the best part for me. And the great butt shot from an actor that used to play Josh on As the World Turns. See Josh, as a teenager, raped his cousin Iva. But, as we learned later, Iva wasn't really his cousin cause she was adopted. Anyway, the kid they had, Lilly, was later adopted by the megawealthy Lucinda. And then... oh wait. This is supposed to be about "Go," and not the guy who had the great ass in it. Heh.

I don't recall telling you to say that I said "Hello". I would never do that. I prefer to do it myself. So.... Hello. (and I don't remember anything in that movie that could be called "crotch-stirring". Crotch-pureeing, maybe, Crotch-tingling, I guess. But "crotch-stirring"? Don't think so. Heh)

Hello yrself, PetRock. Glad ta have ya back!

Sarah Polly is keen. And if I hadn't watched her grow up, I'd think she was one Darn good looking chick!

Thanks R.C., nice to be back. Now who are all these strangers in my livingroom?

Pete... um.. like, I was trying to be like... nice... and um.. cordial... heh

They're squatters, dear. When you stay away too long/that's the result.

the squatters might be offended but this one will be gone soon so take heart and return to your incestuous soiree

you don't have to leave. they don't hand you a drink as you walk in, but I haven't seen the old guard kick any interesting folks out yet.

Ooh..."The Old Guard"!!! If you lived where I live, that takes on a whole new meaning. I wouldn't mind running into some of those guys....

?? Do tell!

Ahh, R.C.... The stories I could tell of the Old Guard, who are housed (housed? baracked? quartered?) right down the street from me. The Old Guard is the unit that performs the military funerals at Arlington National Cemetary and I believe they are also the ones who stand guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers. They are required to be something like 6'2" and with a waist no bigger than 32" (well, I don't really know the specifics but you get the idea. Tall, lean and mean...heh) Actually, come to think of it, I DON'T have any stories to tell. *damn* I, uhhhh....I have to get going now. I have to, uhmmm, go down the street and uhmm, see a guy about a, uhhh...about a uhmm, a car. Yeah! That'll do! A car....yeah, that's it....sure.

Stay Put, PetRock! Don't you dare go flirting w/those military types! Becuz PJ's not coming to bail you out of... the whoosegow/or wherever it is the military imprisons people for fraternizing w/the Old Guard. Skip the butch pretty boys. Gay or straight/pretty boys are more trouble than they're worth. Find yrself a nice 40-something Jewish doctor whose got most of his hair & a house on Chesapeake Bay/& settle down for a quiet life of comfort. Good wine w/dinner every nite... Breakfast overlooking the water while you share the Sunday Times.... Summer vacations in Tuscany... Winter ski jaunts in Aspen... Lots of discussions abt books. A peaceful, well- appointed life. With no drama or heartaches. Do I sound like yr mother? Well/you shd listen to yr mother! Torrid romances are great. But nothing beats a house w/a waterfront view. And a bed to share w/someone who loves you & looks out for you.