It has been a busy last few days. But it seems all my days have been busy. I've been dealing with taxes. Oh, I love taxes. Every number could be a jail number. A jail number is any number that if you get wrong, could put you in jail. I know it's not really that serious, but sometimes it feels that way. I helped my parents with their taxes. Now my sister wants help with hers. Joy, oh joy.

Last night I watched a movie called Black Cadillac that had Randy Quaid in it. Yes, Randy Quaid. He played a cop. He's actually not that bad of an actor. He's not the star of the movie. The movie seems to have some lesser-known actors who do have some skills. I was surprised at their acting. I was more surprised by the movie. It wasn't bad. It does have a "made for TV" vibe, but it isn't bad at all. Of course, the true star of the movie is a 1957 Black Cadillac. It just simply kicks ass (which is true to life, all 1950's Cadillacs kick ass). The protagonists, three young men just trying to get home on a dark winter night, drive a modern Saab 900. The movie could be taken as a moral lesson as to what happens when you try to drag race with a '57 Cadillac if you're driving a Saab 900. And also take a guess at which one is built to last.

There is so much more to do. I thought I'd take a break and post. I need to take something for a sinus headache. I hate those. I'm going to blame Saab for the sinus headache.


  ¶ 7:05 PM