I almost titled this entry 'Talking Out Of My Ass', but I already have enough naughty hits from search engines.

Did I make any sense yesterday? It's really hard for me to tell if I'm making my point or just doing some random monkey typing. Hey, this stuff sounds great in my head, and my editing process usually has me skimming rapidly over my copy while Alt-Tabbing to Sinfest or something. I have no idea if I'm talking garbage or what.

Sasha liked it enough to link to yesterday's entry, but beyond that I've hardly heard any reaction from you folks on it. Well, besides a note from my Mom and sister to let me know that the United Church is much cooler now, and I should try going again. Nice try folks. You almost had me there.

If you think this is a blatant attempt to get my readership to send me emails, you're not entirely wrong. I'd like to know what you people think about the things I write. You must like them enough to keep reading, because you're here right now. I can guarantee a reply within a day or two at least.

Plus my opinions and feelings are based directly on the conversations I have with people. If you want to go a few rounds on some particular topic that rankles either of us, send it on in.

PostScript: As I was about to put this entry online I got feedback! The obviously intelligent and discerning Liz wrote to tell me she agreed with everything I wrote. Liz must be a bit psychic to have known I was busy writing this too. Thanks Liz!

We had some gift certificates from Lisa's work, so went out to see Ocean's Eleven last night. Hee hee hee!

I haven't seen the original, so I can't comment on how it compares to Sinatra's original, but I could care less. This one was great.

It's all about style baby. Cool actors, cool dialog, cool action. Clever plotting, neat gadgets. The constantly sweeping camera work kept making Lisa's stomach churn, but I was fine. And there is always something fun about seeing a group of sneaky rouges putting the bite on a real nasty guy. It felt a lot like The Sting, I guess, where no one is particularly innocent, but at least some of them are darned likeable.

If you went to either Mission: Impossible movie and felt saddened by the lack of cool plans and tight teamwork, go see Ocean's Eleven. You'll feel better.

Our friend Chantal has a Great Dane puppy.

Danes are Lisa's favorite dogs in the whole wide world. Our eventual plan is to have one, as well as a Bulldog for me (I just can't resist a dog that looks like Ed Asner).

So Chantal told us the other day that once her Clyde is old enough to sire a litter, she'll give us one of the puppies. That'll be like a year and a half from now, which gives us a deadline to get our lives in order enough to add a dog to our ensemble.

Danes are great pets for people like us. They are big lazy lumps who hate exercise and like to lie on the couch and watch TV. On the other hand, Chantal just had to take her puppy to the vet to have a whole Beanie Baby removed from his intestine. I think half our possessions are smaller than that, so there's a little preparing to be done between now and then.

Hey, I've finally set up my Amazon Wish List! Not like I really expect you all to shell out your hard earned cash to buy me presents or anything. No, really.

One Year Ago: Loss and Rapture - Where I talk about a missing day in my journal. Plus the stuff I felt after reading the first Left Behind book. Do I always go off on religion at this time of year?

Mom Rating: 4 out of 5. Mom likes dogs, and loves to give me feedback on anything. Anything.

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