Movie: Black Snake Moan

Went to the movies tonight with Margaret, as she had wanted to go and asked about it the day before. I was still packing for our trip, but I had to break away, for the title sounded interesting, and that's before I even saw the poster.

It's worth watching, if just for Samuel L. Jackson's singing and bluesy guitar playing.



Christina Ricci

Borat

Mimi's at the gym for her class while I get to do my workout at home (at bit of PT). I forgot to have her return the video we watched last night, Borat. We laughed throughout. Gross and to the point. Some great outtakes, too. He must be a repressed Naturist, hanging loose. So, now I got to make a trip to return it; it must be bike time as the thunderstorm has passed through and the sun is trying to return.