Just Shut Up

I'm a little late today. I did a radio appearance early this morning. It was on a classic rock station in Milwaukee. I was the first comic they ever had on the show and you could tell. I was my usual charming self and bulldozed the hosts. It was funny and they didn't feel violated when I was done with them. When I got back to where I'm staying I made the mistake of taking some night time cold medicine and it was sleepy time. Now I'm rested and ready for two shows tonight.

Yesterday I went to see Oscar nominated film "Capote". If you're in the mood to see some great acting, give it a whirl. Be prepared to pay attention though. It's character and story driven and not too much stuff gets blown up. Except of course for the heads of the family in Kansas. I wish someone had warned some of my fellow viewers about paying attention.

I love going to the movies, at least I used to. One of the great things about my job is that I'm free during the day. This means that I can usually take in some matinees. Nothing makes me happier than walking into an empty theater at one in the afternoon. I always feel like Elvis, and have an overwhelming desire to take off my pants. I don't know why that is. I keep my pants on when I watch movies at home. Maybe it's the cool air and the darkened room.

The other people who get to see movies in the afternoon are the senior citizens. My God do these geezers have a lot to say. They never shut up. I moved once yesterday because two bitties had to have a running dialog about their intestinal problems. I even saw one old timer shush another couple of koots. Do these people think that because they lived so long they need to get all their thoughts out in case their time is coming to an end? The seniors aren't the only ones who talk, I just think they should know better. I hold my elderly to a higher standard. I can't stand people talking during movies. It seems as though no one has the attention span to sit quietly and give themselves over to the experience. I have a theory that the dumber you are, the more you need to talk because when you're quiet , the lack of things going through your mind scares the hell out of you. While I'm all wound up, leave your five course meals at home. Nothing is more distracting than hearing a family of misfits tearing into the suckling pig and taters that they brought to the theater. Maybe I'm getting to be an isolationist. I'm getting to the point that I hate being in public because of all the rude behavior. I should just rent a movie on Pay Per View, take off my pants and watch a movie in the privacy of my own basement.

BTW...I now have 33 MySpace friends, and I don't think any of them are predators. Jealous? Have a great weekend. Later....Brian