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Variety (via Dark Horizons) is reporting that Hugh Laurie is joining the cast of the new James Ellroy flick, already set to star Keanu Reeves.

Holy shit, my loins are sure to explode!!!

Did I ever tell you about the time I saw JURASSIC PARK for the first time in a movie theater? It was the weekend it came out. I just happened to be in DC with The San Francisco Friend visiting her brother. We went to see it for shits and giggles.

I cried through the whole thing.

Fuck, it was DINOSAURS!!! FOR REALS!!! Up on the screen, interacting with Jeff Goldblum! DINOSAURS WERE REAL!!! And I totally wanted one, because they were wicked cute and looked like they'd make great pets.

It's been a while since I was so amazed by something going from being in my imagination to up on the movie screen and appearing like it was real. Like it could walk by my house while I was sitting at home with The Husband, listening to him complain about my unholy and unnatural fixation with JUDGE JUDY.

So it may come as no surprise to you that as I watched the new exclusive Yahoo trailer for TRANSFORMERS that I actually cried. Okay, cried is probably overstating it a bit, but I shed a few tears. Because HOLY SHIT CARS CAN FUCKING TURN INTO ROBOTS, and when they do the FUCKING KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ONE ANOTHER.

And TEENAGERS DISCOVER THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE (AND IT MEANS WAITING TO HAVE SEX UNTIL AFTER MARRIAGE) and GOVERNMENTS DISCOVER THAT WAR IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER (UNLESS YOUR POPULATIONS ARE HAVING THEIR ASSES HANDED TO THEM BY OUTER SPACE ROBOTS) and SONS AND FATHERS LEARN THEY'RE A LOT MORE ALIKE THAN THEY PROBABLY REALIZED (AND THAT INCLUDES A LOVE OF PORN AND CARS).

So TRANSFORMERS looks to be the feel-good sleeper hit of the summer. All it needs is Jane Fonda turning into a giant robot and kicking the crap out of Lindsay Lohan and then telling her to use condoms and stop drinking so much. That'd be awesome.

ETA: I just watched it again, because as previously stated, I am lame. And sure enough, when Optimus gets into his Keanu-Reeves-MATRIX-fighting-stance, the tears started spilling.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Is it because I got my period today?

The KelmeisterMobile 3.0, our new baby, is ready. Fresh from the beautiful island of Japan.

I'm off to sign the paperwork and we can pick it up tomorrow morning.

On my way back to work, I'm getting some Micky D's and I'm stopping to get Nine Inch Nails' YEAR ZERO on CD to christen the car.

Nothing like an album about the totalitarian-led downfall of society to brighten the glow of buying an insanely overpriced consumer product, I always say!!

Watch this and imagine you're driving with me.

I have a problem. It's pretty serious.

See, I have a tendency to anthropomorphize things and become attached to them in an unhealthy way. The Husband teases me about it occasionally.

I have become attached to KelmeisterMobile 2.0. Even though the car is a total piece of shit; even though we spent almost $2000 at the beginning of the year trying to make it drivable and it's only worth $1200.

After I left the bank and got my CD and my fries, I drove back to work. My parking space was still free, which was a miracle of Biblical proportions. But as I gathered my stuff and locked the car, I realized this would be the last time I drove 2.0 to work. The last time I'd park it in the lot.

It made me sad.

Even though 2.0 is a piece of shit, it got The Husband and me to New York and back without any problems. We did alright to Nashville, although it did break down as we were preparing to head home. It never left us stranded. It always seemed to perk up when we got it an oil change or got it washed.

And what do we do in return? We give up on it. We would never have enough money to totally fix it to the point that'd it run like a top, and getting a new car was inevitable because of that. But I still feel guilty.

And that's fucking stupid, because it's a goddamned car.

It's unhealthy to become attached to things. This is how you end up with four hundred cats, or two boxes of X-FILES magazines in the basement.

I'll get over it. Especially after The Husband and I get to work cleaning the damned thing out tonight. God, what a pit. NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE NEW CAR. AND EVERYONE MUST TAKE OFF THEIR SHOES WHEN THEY ENTER.

By the way, YEAR ZERO is all sorts of awesome.

See, I feel better already.

Nope, wait, there's a tear.

LAME!!!

It means a trip to The State Up North, but The Husband can pretend it's a fact-finding mission or something. The tickets have been purchased after an hour-long fight with the presale site. I could've had row H, right up front, but for some reason they wouldn't load in the cart, and even adding an account under The Husband's login couldn't resurrect them from the ether. Instead I got the front row of the balcony. No one in front of us, and we can sit through the whole thing if we choose to.

Hey, we're fat and I'm lazy. Sue me.

So, yeah, Crowded House. Broke up, drummer killed himself, no hope in the world, then they get back together.

Desperate for money, or a tickling whisper in the ear from God? After all, the losing streak I was on--Toad the Wet Sprocket, Crowded House...there are others that escape me at the moment, and no, Duran Duran doesn't count because they've always been putting out albums--every band I've ever loved broke up. And now they're all getting back together!!!

Since I'm an atheist, I'll go with Door #1.

Just in case you're wondering, my Second All-Time Favoriteist Band In All The World After Duran Duran is probably best know for the following:

However, I'm totally obsessed with the song below at the moment. It's the live version so you can pretend you're at the show with us.

When I'm in the shower imagining what I would sing during the Final Two show of American Idol I'm performing on (being the favorite to win, of course), this is the song I pick as my free choice, because it's awesome and bombastic in all the right places and could (if arranged correctly) involve an orchestral accompaniment and possibly a choir. I would SO WIN.

Paul Hester, RIP