So yesterday, I got a thumbs-up from a nun for letting her cross Harlem. I figure that’s the best blessing I’m going to get for a while. So I’ve got extra holiness points to burn, or something, especially if I let the Pope back out of his driveway. I wonder if the pope has a driveway for the pope-mobile. Maybe it’s more of a “Blessed Carport of Saint Augustine” sort of thing. Someday I will search Google for “Vatican garages”, but not now. I’m doing important blog-work.

Also I have seen two movies in the past two days. Bubba-Hotep was a little bit odd, but pretty funny. I give it 7 thumbs up. Mmm… Elvis and Black Jack Kennedy vs. a mummy. Now, let’s get decadent. And speaking of decadent, the other movie I’ve seen was The Secretary, which was stranger than Bubba-Hotep, if you’ll believe that. Girl who cuts herself recovers and finds true love through BDSM, thanks to her work as a secretary for creepy lawyer, who finds true love and accepts his BDSM-ness through her. This accomplished through much spanking and meaningful glancing, culminating in tied-to-a-tree-sex. And stuff. Yeah. It was a little disturbing, although it did pull together in the end to be a moderately functional movie. An interesting look at the BDSM phenomenon, and thankfully very much non-porn (It was recommended by a very suspect individual, Kate’s ex-roommate). Nevertheless, no movie I’ve seen has ever made sex look more depressing.

So I don’t know where to go from that. Peace out.