Hooters and Penises

Apparently it takes a real man to become maid of honor. Or, you know, .... a bride. Dang that picture is dark...I can't seem to fix it.

We went to Hooters and to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night. Hooters has crawfish. But do they have any signs saying that they have crawfish? No. Apparently I'm just supposed to magically KNOW they have crawfish. But I didn't. Not until we ordered already and then someone else's order of steamy crawfish came out. So we asked how long they would be serving crawfish...and we got this answer..."until the end of the season." THANK YOU CAPTAIN OBVIOUS...we were kind of looking for "Usually the middle of May." Or "The end of April." Or even "We're almost at the end of our supply, so only a few more days." Because, "Until the end of the season," does not help a person to know that they could come back next Tuesday and get some yummy mud bugs.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall was a really funny movie. There was entirely too much male frontal nudity and I may never see Marshall from How I Met Your Mother in the same light again. But it's totally worth it for the Muppet Dracula Opera if nothing else. Plus Kristen Bell (from Veronica Mars) is totally awesome. We also noticed that some of the trailers contain scenes which are not actualy in the movie.

Any the only movie goer issue I had this time was the guy behind us who apparently wanted to talk through the entire previews. Some people actually want to see and hear those. But whatever, at least he shut up during the actual movie.

And the timeline year was 1986. Congratulations to The Modernish Father. My mother also got it right, but she emailed me privately, cause she cheated!

Leave Spike Alone

Last night we watched I Want a Dog for Christmas, Charlie Brown. It was on the DVR - it aired on ABC earlier this week, and I honestly thought it might be cute, I do like Charlie Brown. And I do love the normal Charlie Brown Christmas. We shouldn't have. I'm not sure why we sat through the whole thing. Wait, I'm not sure why I sat through the entire thing. Clint kept popping in and out doing other things. What can I say? He's smarter than me. I also sat through Cindy Crawford's atrociously flat acting in Fair Game. Maybe I'm an optimist. I mean, someone paid big bucks to produce this movie, surely at some point things got better, or it would have been trashed, right? Oh how wrong I am about those things sometimes.

It was clear from the first few minutes that Charles Schulz is dead. I asked Clint if he thought it might have been written after the writer's strike started. Alas, someone did this on purpose. It was written in 2003.

There were parts that made no sense. Nothing flowed. It was as if someone came up with 100 separate jokes about Christmas and winter and wanting a dog, and rather than put them into a flowing plotline, they just wrote each scene for itself. To make their joke.

So, in conclusion. Don't.

Wait, did you want a plot synopsis? Linus and Lucy's little brother, ReRun, wants a dog for Christmas. He tries to befriend Snoopy. Snoopy plays along for cookies. Then Snoopy offers his brother/cousin Spike. Who comes, but then leaves, because ReRun is too much for him. Picture that plot interspersed with scenes of Lucy bugging Schroeder all about Beethoven, and scenes of Sally saying that she doesn't like mittens or boots or something else, scenes where they expound on birth order rights, and make fun of Linus for carrying his blanket and sucking his thumb...and also ReRun's mom rides him around town on the back of her bike clearly drunk.

Seriously. Don't.