I’m bored, I’m sick, I want to go home. If I click my heels together three times, can I get a real job?

The Monty Python Society, of which I have long been a member, made today’s newspaper. This is of interest, I suspect, only to a select few, but I happen to be one of them, and this is my weblog, so neener neener neener! I only wish they had used this photograph we sent them. It’s of Matt. Please, don’t make Matt angry. You wouldn’t like Matt when he’s angry.

It’s a little embarrassing, but I grew up on the cartoon show Thundercats. I don’t remember it being one of my favorite shows (that would probably be G.I. Joe, He-Man, or, earlier, The Smurfs), but to this day I can still remember the theme song, so I must have watched it more than once or twice. And now I find, thanks to memepool, that there are outtakes from the show, most containing adult language of some kind. There’s nothing quite like hearing the cartoon characters of your youth curse like sailors.

Some more photographs, each of questionable quality, the last two tricks of the light, the dark and the rain. With my new flash card, I am now able to take an obscene number of pictures before uploading to my computer. And I need to do something with them, so I share them here. Anybody out there looking at them?

So it’s Friday, and I have nothing much better to do with my time, so I’m reading movie reviews. Hey, you amuse yourself your way and I’ll amuse myself mine.

“If you could put the essence of 3 a.m. in a perfume bottle,” writes Stephanie Zacharek, of Salon, “it would smell like ‘Mulholland Drive’ looks.” And, of course, it’s not playing in State College, PA.

“You never know what’s real and what they’re making up in the movies;” writes Roger Ebert in his review of the new film Bandits. “[Billy Bob] Thornton has a real-life phobia about antique furniture, in fact, and almost had a meltdown once during a visit to Johnny Cash’s antiques-filled home.”

This sounded a little too farfetched, but I looked it up online and apparently it’s true. “Anything before 1950 or so,” Thornton told Oprah Winfrey, “I’m not big on…some people say maybe it’s a past life thing and I got beat to death with some old chair. I can’t eat around antiques…like old velvety curtains, anything carved. Like stuff in a castle. Big carved chairs. Those old ornate deals. Can’t do it. Couldn’t do it at all. Couldn’t spend ten minutes there. I get hives, can’t breathe.” This, of course, from the man who also says he is the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin.

I need to stop reading movie reviews. I need to go to lunch, read my book, work on the crossword puzzle, maybe take some photographs, and stop wondering which celebrities are or are not afraid of antiques.