I didn't know you could do that with pasta

[vr_trakowski]

I took a nap this afternoon and experienced a dream that was--I'd love to say unholy, but it just doesn't fit--an amalgam of an idea that came to me after seeing Dealers for the first time in years, and Charlie Bartlett, one of whose commentaries I watched before the nap.  Dealers is just as much fun as it was before, with Paul McGann to luxuriate in and some terrific moments, and it was doubly fun to see Paul Guilfoyle playing a high-powered investment bank executive even if he wasn't the one who got to snorgle Rebecca De Mornay.  Don't watch it with kids, though.  Come to think of it, Charlie Bartlett has an R rating, which doesn't make sense to me. 

I also just finished watching Only You, which is dumbass and predictable and stalkerish, but the shoe-salesman moments made me howl.  The dresses were impossible and the scenery delightful, and the line about the "beauties of Pittsburgh" is a classic, I'll admit.  I love long weekends.