The Apple is so, so ridiculous. The ending is especially ridiculous. The dialogue is interminably ridiculous. The subtlety is ridiculously nonexistent. I don't think I'd ever seen a So-Bad-It's-Good movie this entertaining. We had no idea how much of it was supposed to be serious and what was supposed to be parody. It's far more amusing if you believe they thought they were making high art. Especially when a vampire pops out of nowhere. Or...well, there are a lot of scenes that just kind of leave you agog.

After the movie, I had Jessica show me the wax lion Ethan had brought her back from Comic-Con, signed by Tim Min. Like Van Gogh, Tim was earless. It was a real smooshed-face lion! She also displayed her signed John Crichton figure, but you know, whatever.

Kristin discovered the book 1000 Places to Go Before You Die and started making a list. We started playing the "Who's Been Somewhere Kate Hasn't?" game. Kristin and I had both been to Alaska, boo-yah! There were checkmarks in the book, but they were only for places Ethan had been or Ethan had been with Jessica. There were no marks for places Jessica had been without Ethan, like Las Vegas. Ethan hadn't been to Vegas? I'd been to Vegas. What a loser! Of course, he'd been to Mount Everest. Bastard. Kristin resolved to buy the book now that she knew it existed. She was a lone traveler, since Dave traveled so much already, following his wrestlers around.

And speaking of Dave, I think Trudes and Dave talked on the phone more than Kristin and Dave did. They had hit it off really well. When Kristin had told him about her trip to New York, his reaction had been something like, "Oh, you're going to hang with Buffistas, cool. You're going to hang with [Trudes]?! AWESOME!!"

Note that I haven't made mention of Scola saying anything. I'm not sure he did. He does quiet better than I do.

It was past eleven, so it seemed plans to hit msbelle's afterwards were out, as we'd gotten a later start than intended. People took their leave. I gave everyone shirtless hugs.

Jessica set up the couch for me, and Ethan and I started talking comics again. He was pimping Y: The Last Man, and he said if I wasn't too tired, I could read the first trade. I was afraid of getting hooked. We blabbed and blabbed in the kitchen until Jessica came and kissed him goodnight and said she was going to bed. Finally, I relented, and he tried to find it amongst his things in the bedroom, which was very LOTR-postered.

I bade the two of them goodnight and read the trade. Startlingly, the first issue not only contained a character named Alter but also mentioned a Sunil. It was like I was meant to be reading it here! And it rocked. A real page-turner. The bastard had hooked me.

I then went to sleep, anxiously awaiting the Big Damn Brunch.

I got a smooch from Super Porny Pants! I am so much specialer than you.

cries

Next time Nilly visits, she has to come to Seattle. IJS. Maybe I can find out what academic associations she's a part of, and start lobbying them to have their next annual meeting here.

P-C, you made me blush. Thanks for the compliments!

This made me laugh, though:

And one thing no one's mentioned is her voice, which is not one you'd usually expect from a teeny little blonde woman. It's a tad low, and the only word I can think to describe it is mature. She both looks and sounds mature.

And by mature, he means porn.

Well it kinda sounds like it, doesn't it?

Well it kinda sounds like it, doesn't it?

You're full of porn, I'm sure.

I wasn't very clear. I meant "it kind of sounds like that's what he meant", not that I think my voice sounds like porn. Which it may, normally; I don't know. In either case, it didn't offend me or anything--I am amused! Obviously I know that's not what he really meant.

At the moment with the laryngitis, I sound a bit like Carol Channing.

Disturbing, and porny only to those with a Hello Dolly fetish.

I am sad that the Nilly is gone. But I am glad that she came.

I love a man who will strip on command.

You must love a lot of men. I don't think I've ever met one who wouldn't.

Oh! I totally forgot the other cool thing we found at the museum -- pigeon-guided missiles! Skinner actually got funding to develope them. He trained pigeons to peck at certain parts of maps, and then these were designed with three pigeons inside, with little harnesses attached to the pigeons' heads, and there were wires that would measure where the pigeons were pecking and guide the missile based on that. Eventually, the army cut off funding, because they decided it was impractical.