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2 posts in one day! My my aren't I just the chatty one?
Not really, I just have this one awfully funny story to relate and a brief and not very useful movie review to type up.

SO-I was at the Kroger today (the one in Inglewood because I was feeling posh so I'd gone to the liquor store that doesn't have a tempting to the point of simply must not pass it up dusty but somewhat terrifying bargain bin o'random liquors for $3/walk) and the place was packed. Everyone and his cousin Larry was out buying groceries this Saturday night. Ain't no party like an Eastside party. I tell you what.
I wanted hot dogs for dinner and they had to be Kosher franks, none of that turkey, pork, beef, earthworm blend stuff for me-oh NO! I wanted the good stuff. And I needed some crunchy snack food. Corn chips, pretzels, didn't care as long as it wasn't fuckin' brocolli. That isn't a snack, I don't care how many times I try to tell myself it is. The dog was in the car being very annoyed that he was not allowed in any of the stores. When I went to check out I saw that the U-Scans were all closed (probably has something to do with how they don't want to take money) that meant that everyone in the store (and that was about everyone in the area code, I swear, place was packed!) had to wait in one of the four open lines. I didn't want a hotdog that bad. I was in the process of leaving my unpurchased items on a display lawn chair when this old dude (hair white like a fluffy bunny, shoulders rounded like the top of Stone Mountain, pants pulled up to within 6 inches of his chin) threw (THREW! LIKE RIGHT THE FUCK OVERHEAD ALL HISTRIONIC AND DIVA LIKE!) his groceries into the air, whipped the plastic 'lane closed' sign aloft and stomped out of the store. All of East Nashville laughed at this dude. He rocked like a rocking thing. I turned to the rockabilly standing next to me and said, "Damn, I'm not waiting in that line either. But my exit won't be nearly as flamboyant as that chap."
"Er, no," said rockabilly.
So that was fun.

Then, no hot dogs and only the recently re-christened Piggly Wiggly (the sign says 'Piggly Wiggly is Back!' oh good. I missed it so) to supply my dinner (no kosher dogs-dammit) later I came home and watched The Night Listener with Robin Williams. I'd read the book, so the movie didn't offer any suspense. Since it was billed as suspense I think it would be better for someone that had no idea what it was about. Robin Williams was pretty decent. The guy who played the dude that was hoping to run for President in 'Role Model' on House was a book publisher or editor or something. I'm not sure. Whenever he was onscreen all I kept thinking was "One day we'll have a black President. One day we'll have a gay President. Maybe we'll even have a gay black president." That kind of took me out of the movie. Not going to say that one's a recommendation. I wouldn't say avoid it-but I can't say run to your local video store (or holds bin, as the case may be) and get it.

I put an East Nashville bumper sticker on my truck today (37206 We'll Steal Your Heart-And Your Lawnmower). I think I want to stay here. Damn.