» The Boss is discontinuing our work-9-hour-days-and-take-every-second-friday-off plan. He said “for a number of reasons.” I would assume he’s clued in that for that final hour of my shift I just stare at my screen like a burnt-out husk that’s had its brains eaten by a zombie. I’m more than okay with this change. 8 hours of pixel-pushing is my limit. So yay for being able to go home at 5 like a regular human. Which is the whole point of working in an office.
» “Not that I have anything against gays, but stop looking at me with that faggy expression.” This time he was talking to his dog.
» District B13 was somewhat surprisingly amazing. Especially the score by… wait for it… Da. Octopusss. Yes, there were three S’s. And also Ellen Degeneres style shouts of “Rack-ka-ka-kaaaa!” in the end-credits jam. Amazing. At any rate, the Avalon seems to have pulled it from rotation already, though The Omen is playing in two theatres still. Baffling.
» I read somewhere that Pee-Wee’s Playhouse is getting a new life. Though a 50-year-old Paul Rubens is going to look freaky under that make-up. Like Joel Grey in Cabaret. Which is actually kind of exciting now that I really think about it. I still think they’re making a mistake not doing Pee-Wee’s Playhouse: TNG casting Chris Clark as the next generation of Pee-Wee. His nephew perhaps.