Hey, it looks like my brother’s Fourth was considerably more excitement-filled than my own, although I’m not complaining about the air conditioning and cherry Icee-filled afternoon I myself enjoyed. Seriously though, the thing about living in New York - and not knowing anyone who actually has a car - is that I don’t think I have any friends with whom I might up and drive to Montreal. Which is, I suppose, a shame.

The ever-vivacious denizens of #caoine engaged in a spirited discussion of Minority Report earlier, and I’m not sure we came to any particular consensus other than that most of us need to see it again - either to soak up the goodness for a second time or to throw things at the screen, depending. I’m going to get a little spoilriffic here for a moment, if I may. Here’s the thing - I liked it, I really did, but the more I think about it, the more it begins to really irritate me. There are what seem to be some pretty serious plot holes, and they’re not even the standard paradoxes you’d expect from this whole seeing-the-future thing (although there’s plenty of that). Even stretching my generally quite flexible suspension of disbelief to its very limits does not allow me to accept that Cruise’s character is going to be able to get back into all these high security areas just by waving an eyeball around. Why on earth would he still have been cleared for access, especially after he was imprisoned? I suppose fifty years from now the Department of Precrime will be specializing not only in precognition but in hiring the world’s laziest sysadmin. I’m tempted to go see it again because I still feel it was better than a lot of films I’ve seen recently - I want to like it, honestly, it’s just that the little inconsistencies are pissing me the hell off.

Bag of Ass comments, re swallowing pills: Anyway, when I was a kid I couldn’t swallow pills either. So my dad used to put the pill in a piece of banana and I’d chew on it until it went down. Then for years thereafter every time I ate a banana it tasted like medicine. I couldn’t eat bananas again until about a year ago (I’m 22 now).

Mighty BoA, I share your sorrow. Until I attained my current mastery, I used to swallow pills in lumps of frozen yogurt, which was so tainted by the experience that I avoid it to this day. Mind you I was never a devout fan of frozen yogurt in the first place so it’s no huge loss, but there it is.