Thursday nite I went to a preview showing of Interstate 60, a new movie written and directed by Bob Gale, who co-wrote the Back to the Future movies (and apperently just finished a stint writing Daredevil for Marvel Comics!). It was a decent film. Used up all its cuss words in the first 15 minutes (in a Micheal J. Fox cameo, no less!), so it’s certianly getting either an R rating or the razor blade, but other than that it played mostly like a PG movie. Here’s the tasty, high concept plot: college kid with basically no real character flaws doesn’t know what to do with life so he embarks on bizzare, episodic road-trip down a mystical highway. Here’s a shorter descrption of it: fluff. Took me a while to warm up to that idea, but once I did, the movie ended up being pretty funny and kept me watching. It was too straight-forward and good-natured to be made by anyone under 35, though.

Yee Olde Santa Anna winds are blowing like nobody’s business today. I can actually see my my reflection plusating and bending in the windows next to my desk as the wind slams into them. Not a comforting image. Today’s the kind of day they invented capes for. If only I had one.

Saturday night rocks my room esta noche. Got some new comix (Bone, Allison Dare, BPRD and Akiko for you folks playing along at home), watched some Jackie Chan (Police Story 2) and ate cheesecake (chocolate with whipped cream). Grant bought a copy of that Tony Hawk game (number 3) that all the kiddies crave, so you know that saw some serious console action. Good times. Great oldies.

I’m gonna try to keep the updates rollin’ out here reguarly for a while. If you sign my guestbook, I’m sure I’ll feel better about it.