Friday… Not too shabby.

Passover, Good Friday, Good day to catch a movie.

I’m going to skip House of 1000 corpses, even if it has a Clown ringmaster named Captain Spaulding. That’s something you go to see with a group to mock it. Same with Bulletproof Monk. Eek.. Looking at what’s playing, I may have to consult the nearby art theatre. Nothing mainstream is piquing my interest. [Update: Nothing interesting to Scotto is playing there either!] Am I just more discerning now? There was a time for about 2 years that I would hit a movie every week, somewhere. Of course that was when I had connections there, and could just walk in for free, fill up a brown lunch bag with theatre corn, and kick back. I think I got to see Ghost Dog five times that way.

Brother brought me over some goodies of his that he didn’t want bulking him down anymore while he’s relocating to a new home. Most worth mentioning are a rotisserie oven and a high-powered squirt gun.

Got sniped out of my n50 at the last moment, so I’m placing a bid on a new one…. d’oh!

Dan called me the other day and mentioned that he thought if I put a link in my lj asking for money, even if I didn’t give a reason, people would give it to me. The problem being of course… I wouldn’t want to bilk nice people. So a fun service might be instead a variant of the national star registry… the Scotto hair registry. For the low introductory price of $10, a hair will be plucked, sealed in a protective container, and catalogued. The buyer will receive a certificate of authenticity and a note about the hair’s native region. For a gold membership of $25, the patron will be allowed to choose a region from which the hair is gathered, and a day pass to visit the storage facility during normal operating hours. Possibly a chance to meet Scotto himself!

Of course, that’s just a gag. I wouldn’t want to set up all the licenses and tax stuff to run a business like that.