Javier Bardem entices me. The repulsion from that Old Man movie contrasted against the Woody Allen Barcelona flick jolts me towards Leave it to Boner. There's no future in decimation. What's the point in pissing off your arbitrator? I create a future where Emily Bronte tells Charlotte "Jane Eyre, I'm getting Con Air where they play Summer Place and I go to WTF happened to Sloan Wilson who nailed it with Gray Flannel Suit and then opted for shit like: [really angry now] No decent girl lets a boy kiss and maul her the very first night they meet! I suppose it's your Swedish blood in her. I've read about how the Swedes bathe together and... and have trial marriages and free love. I've read all about that. Anything goes." It's not the first time I've opted out of Dogdirtia - there was this girl named Karpinski who teased us with feigned interest but never joined in with our agenda. One day in July her cousin Annalis came to visit and we nailed it with a game of Truth or Dare. I got to kiss her for 2 minutes between ol' man Sloan's Lincoln and some piece of crap that eludes my memory. But the kiss was Bang-zoom. She was into it and I kept swirling (too young to know about French kissing at the time) and she swirled along with me. Jeez, was I sorry that she was just visiting because we could have replicated that scenario fifty timesd and I'd never complain. Saw ZZ Top this morning on Fallon - Lord, keep the wall far away from me.