I Demand You Love Dogs

Oh man. I totally had a nightmare about summer movies last night.

The main plot concerned "Must Love Dogs," not Jordi's brilliant version, but equally as nightmarish. It mostly involved John Cusack and Diane Lane slow-dancing in the rain, explaining to me that, "This is the sort of entertainment that adults like."

This was contrasted, of course, with Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson lying naked in a bathtub full of ice, their kidneys missing, explaining that I should go see Wedding Crashers, because it was really more of a Rachel McAdams movie, and they were hardly in it.

Then I blasted everybody with my laser-guns and rocketed off into space.