As sometimes in a relationship, you have to make concessions, I accepted to accompany LL to the 
projection of the “40 years old Virgin” yesterday night. The movie was just plain bad. As LL righteously pointed out, I actually laughed (particularly during the depilation scene) which does not mean that the movie is not calling to the worst part of our humor: the part that makes laugh our inner scatological ten years old. The movie just pushes a bit further than “American Pie” the limit of the pubic hair/excrement/body fluids jokes that you can show in movie theater. The next hit will most probably be a version of “March of the Penguins” exclusively narrated with farts (by a flatulist - LL had proposed "gastrolinguist"…in French they have a name for it: “pétomane”). And still we wonder why people talk of the decadent American Empire ?
The only sequence of the movie that I found interesting is that at one point the lady friend of the hero concludes that he probably is a serial-killer because she discovers he owns more than 20 porn tapes and an artificial plastic reproduction of genitals. Funny how such a logic could lead to the indictment of Kevin D. as well as probably half of Dupont Circle.
I dreamt last night of my personal high school enemy and also of stealing brown towels from someone’s apartment. Ten years after the dramatic events that led to our antagonism, I had even forgotten his name (I am all about forgiveness). However, I could remember it vividly this morning, the bastard was actually called Mathieu D. This obnoxious straight overachiever once argued in front of an entire classroom with my poor sixteen years old ignorant crass presence. All of that ended up for me with a 6/20 average in Philosophy as well as an unmerited anti-Semitic reputation that sticked with me long after the incident. Now that I have his name, I must add him to my own personal sh*t list (which includes so far, Pierre R., Patricia T-P., Yagnya L. as well as BT on & off). To this list I am actually tempted to add MBNA and Dr. Stephen K.
My vacations ended where they started, in the rising spiritual center of the United States: Salt Lakes City between two Delta airplanes filled with loud, hoodie wearing insufferable local people (including LL). Why do they feel they are entitled to laugh out loud when watching a movie in a plane in coach ? Don't they feel this is inappropriate and disrespectful to Tristan ? I even spotted someone with an “Alcatraz Swimming Team” T- shirt. It could be worse, I could have stopped at Houston George Bush Inter-Continental. I am not complaining. George W. was actually at the airport on Monday, we missed him.
I got to read the news in the plane. I incidentally learnt that if you lacked excuses to set your local vagrants in fire, the government is glad to warn you they might be terrorists in disguise. Also I will substitute getting news from CNN.com to getting news from the Anchorage Daily News, they know what news the public is interested in such as the fact that Bret Bohn, 18, achieved the rank of Eagle Scout this WE.
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