
Luke has been gone for a couple of weeks working a gig at a resort in Mexico, and we talk through iChat.

After years of making fun of the movie Armageddon, it finally comes back to bite me. I feel like Liv Tyler when Ben Affleck is in outerspace, and she has to touch the monitor to feel close to him. Or is it her dad? Or was that a music video?

At times like this, I'm glad Luke doesn't look like Steven Tyler.
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I used to laugh at the absurdity of Alvie Singer's parents arguing over which was the better ocean, the Atlantic or the Pacific. Then I find myself arguing with my wife over whether or not Rhetoric could be a college major or not.
This is our most common film-in-life moment, though (true story), one time I opened up a bottle of Pine-Sol and just about had an orgasm. Mmmmm. So clean.
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@ The Critic: That's the power of Pine Sol, baby. (You made me say it).
@ Mo: He's back, but I make him talk to me thru a giant, cardboard window.
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