the coolest movie in the world, but he won't tell me what it is

I want to know too!

Right now my number one contender is Funeral Parade of Roses which has these cool virtues:

1) Not readily available and very few people have seen it. Since cool is, by definition, rare then scarcity increases its cool quotient. Also, you have to know what you're looking for and know where to find it. Inside knowledge is cool and so is competence.

2) It's Stanley Kubrick's favorite movie. And he knows a lot more about movies than me.

3) Cool film technique: Godardian breaking the fourth wall mixed with Resnais-like creamy, seductive imagery. But with an original late sixties pop art approach which is unique.

4) Cool story: Oedipus Rex told with Japanese drag queens.

However, I will not be showing this to Matilda this morning.

So, I'm curious to hear everybody else's nominees for The Coolest Movie In the World.

I was already planning to have oatmeal tomorrow for breakfast, btw, that is not a result of the current conversation.

The Coolest Movie In the World.

My brain just exploded in the effort.

I'm so devoid of cool, I couldn't possibly contribute.

Oh, wait, I could add the coolest documentary, which features someone who knows way more than I ever could about movies, talking about cool movies.

A personal journey through American movies with Martin Scorcese.

I have had my morning oatmeal, some cottage cheese, and my trusty fish oil capsules. In the interest of complete transparency, I also had a handful of Girl Scout cookies. The new Shout Outs are num. They have a nice, buttery-spice flavor to them.

In other news, I have sorted through most of my crafting stash this morning. Oy. I may never need to go yarn shopping again.

A personal journey through American movies with Martin Scorcese.

I do want to see that.

But is it cooler than...

Fast, Cheap and Out of Control which has Naked Fuckin' Mole Rats and robots, lion tamers and topiary.

And now I want oatmeal. Off to the kitchen.

Actually, what we're watching this morning is a Phineas and Ferb marathon. (And it's a contender for Coolest Current Kid's Cartoon.)

I'm trying to master Perry the Platypus's chitter. I think I've almost got it down. You've got to roll a "duggaduggadugga" sound in the back of your mouth and chatter your teeth at the same time.

Well, THIS weekend is shaping up GRRREAT!

Backing out at Target, my clutch goes POP, pedal to the floor and it is permanently disengaged (ie, like not having a clutch pedal!) Presume arm/cable/whatever snapped. Got a tow home (love AAA.) Neighbor is taking me back to TJs in an hour or so.

I'll probably tow it in to the mechanics' tomorrow (they are closed weekends, so no rush) and have someone pick me up and bring me home.

I can either telecommute monday or get a ride in with my coworker/neighbors.

Kinda fucks up the whole-take-Taylor-out-to-dinner-and-home thing, though.

I really didn't need this. Yes, the car needs a tune up and yes, I've been putting it off, but that wouldn't have forestalled this.

Funny thing is, this is the second time this has happened to me, so I knew immediately what happened. Other time was in high school, Taylor Road, I remember it well.

I really should carry my cell. But the Target people were nice. As was the tow. And really, my circumstances for dealing with this are pretty much ideal.

Also jumping on the oatmeal train.

Car troubles always suck, sarameg, even when you have the resources to deal with them.

Also jumping on the oatmeal train.

I love oatmeal, but I'm like Tep and like the whole, rolled oats. In fact, I cook it with less water so it's more oat-y an textured.

And by the time I've put in butter and maple syrup I might as well be eating pancakes, I guess. But heart healthy pancakes.