Watched an odd movie called “The Minus Man” last night, with Owen Wilson as a serial killer. Sheryl Crow was his first victim (in the movie, anyway). Janeane Garafolo was in it, too (she had a crappy little dog that ate cat food). She played a postal worker (so did Owen, actually, eventually becoming a letter carrier). I thought that was rather fitting. Janeane said, “a carrier can’t clerk, and a clerk can’t carry,” which struck me as quite prophetic while I was watching, but, now, not so much. And Dwight Yoakam was in it. He pops up in some odd little movies (like Sling Blade; BTW, I do a better ‘Karl’ than Billie Bob Thornton, mmmmm).

It also had Brian Cox, who makes me think of Albert Finney when I see him. His wife was played by Mercedes Ruehl, who for some reason makes me think of Sue Grafton, though I have no idea why. Did she play a character in a movie based on a Sue Grafton novel? Did they even make a movie out of a Sue Grafton novel? I know she wrote those alphabet novels (“B for Bimbo,” “C for Cadaver,” or something), but I’ve never actually read any of them. I did hear her (Sue) on Diane Rehm once, and she sounded like a nice person.

I don’t know how the movie ended, because I ran out of beer, and it was either go to bed or get into Granny’s wine box, and cheap wine makes me feel kinda crappy in the morning. Plus red wine gives me really dark…well, never mind; too much information. Anyhow, when I gave up on the movie, Janeane was swilling Jack Daniels out of the bottle, and getting cozy with Owen Wilson in her log cabin (which was kinda cool), so I don’t know if she became a victim eventually or not.

I’m sure I’ll catch the rest of it one of these days.

Holy shit! Do you realize there’s less than a week left in June? All of our comedians are dying, and our politicians have all sold us out (at least the ones that aren’t dead or dying). Especially the ones we thought would save us. Oh, wait. we’re all too smart to have thought any of these people would save us.

Aren’t we?

Have a nice day.