The hubby commenting on how bad our lawn looks: “There was a tiger in the front yard hunting some gazelles. He almost made it into the garage before I could close the door.”

Ok, I’ll mow the lawn.

Someone with a small penis is sending spam to my comments section. I can only assume he has the penile equivalent of a vienna sausage, since he has become an evangelist for a penis enlarger. (Clicking the link for the spam took me to a penis enhancement site.)

I’d like to take a moment to assure the spammer that, although his need may be great in this area, quite a lot of men go their whole lives without ever requiring a penis enlarger. The more you know. *rainbow*

Apparently, mine is not the only web-log getting this kind of unwanted attention from the penally-challenged. This person got exactly the same spam.

I deleted the “comment” from my August 15th entry. It showed up on the same post the next day, and I deleted it again.

The hubby says that he can block the spammer’s ip address. Unfortunately, by deleting the comment I deleted the ip address attached to it.

DOH!

Nothing to do now but make some scrambled eggs. They go well with spam.

In order to be fair, I should tell you here that we attempted to watch About Schmidt four different times over the past three weeks. We were having a problem with our cable television, and couldn’t get the pay-per-view function to work.

I had to call the cable company repeatedly about this, which means I spent no less than two hours with the phone at my ear, suffering the most irritating muzak known to man.

So, maybe my expectations became higher as a result of the extra work required to view this film.

Maybe.

Or, maybe it was just bad.

In addition to breaking my spirit, About Schmidt taught me a lesson. Portraying a boring, sad life makes for a boring, sad movie.

I’m sure this film received great critical acclaim, because its filled with angst and subtlety. In fact, this movie is so subtle in its simplicity, and so filled with touching or humorous life lessons that you may forget you’re watching it. I did.

By the way, did you know you can play that same visual game with popcorn that you can with clouds? Of course, you have to really use your imagination to see anything in your popcorn. I saw a bunny and the angel of death and a dancing lizard. (In case you’re wondering, I’m acid-free for fourteen years and counting.)

About Schmidt has it’s moments. They are far between, so you’ll be done with one good moment long before you reach another.

Allow me to recommend the popcorn game.