Truly, the best thing I heard this week was my cat's mewing when Jo dropped me off at home after my three and a half days in Michigan.
But, seriously, I know I've talked about my cat enough for one week.
For a little contrast, the dumbest thing I've heard this week I heard Friday night after yoga class. I went to the movies with Caro... we've sworn each other to secrecy never to reveal what we saw, so, I know this is somewhat pointless. Still, we left the film disappointed in people and in filmmakers. With all our technology, after all film magic has developed, and even after a decent streak of good films in the late 90s, we're still making cheap sensationalist predictable B.S. Caro and I stood outside in the parking lot picking at the petty lines, weak and overdone plot, and unrealistic character development, while middle-aged women squealed and tugged at their half-grinning husbands shirt sleeves saying, "Wasn't that just great?! It was really, really good!!"
Yikes.
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