Review: Snakes on a Plane

Snakes. On a plane.

Snakes on a plane!

MOTHER-EFFING SNAKES on a MOTHER-EFFING PLANE!!

This may be the best bad movie ever. Ever!

Snakes on a Plane is exactly what it says. Snakes... on a plane. Starring Samuel L. Jackson as, well, Samuel L. Jackson. You know exactly what's coming every single moment, and you still jump, because: Snakes! On a plane!

You can't rate this movie on a conventional scale. It's pure, cheesy mindless fun, and you can't describe that with stars or thumbs. You got an issue with knowing what's going to happen when you're watching a movie? Go see The Illusionist or something. You'll have plenty of room to spread out. The rest of us who'd normally be all over that sort of movie? We're in the next theater over, giggling and screaming and applauding every single snake we see, because sometimes it's fun. If you can't hear anything because of the noise, it's because Samuel L. Jackson has just declared, "Enough is ENOUGH," and we all know the line that's coming next.

Because it's MOTHER-EFFING SNAKES on a MOTHER-EFFING PLANE.

And I'm so going again.

WHEEEEEE!!!

Dodger Game Photos

As I was getting ready to head to Dodger Stadium one day last week, it occured to me that I'd never taken a camera to a baseball game.

The situation has been remedied, and the evidence is online in two flavors:

• Pretty presentation on "It's A Talking Sport", home of much baseball goodness
  
• Bare-bones presentation on sometimeyesterday dot net
  

Dreamtime

Last night, I had a dream.

It was not about love, or flying, or any other wish-fulfillment.

It was not a nightmare born of my fears and insecurities.

No, last night -- for no apparent reason -- I dreamt that I was hanging out in a sunlit nook with one of my college professors. We were talking about economic reporting along race, class and gender lines. I was putting forth the half-formed opinion that, based on the way the axes tend to intersect, it could be argued a middle- to upper-class woman would have more insight than a middle- to upper-class man when reporting on working-class issues. We discussed it for a good little while.

I woke up thinking that I should have brought up Barbara Ehrenreich as a test case.

My brain is a very strange place.

(Like this is news.)