I WATCH THE WATCHMEN
With binoculars.
From a tree outside their house.
Even though the restraining order tells me not to.
So yes: Watchmen was phenomenal. Though apparently the sight of a fifty foot-tall nude Manhattan managed to haunt Mel in her dreams, as she was reportedly chased by a ten foot-tall neon blue penis last night.
First, it was the couple repositioning themselves mid-coitus in the windows. Now, giant neon penises. How is it I miss all the cool, weird stuff?
P.S.: since Mel reads my blog, it is entirely possible that she may kill me for sharing such information with you, the unwashed masses. I supposed now wouldn’t be a good time to mention to everyone that, despite her adamant declarations against me doing such a thing, I went out and bought one of those Kleenex box covers that looks like the head of an Easter Island Moai statue.
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posted by Phillip at 9:02 PM
