Can’t decide whether to ride my bike to this morning’s meeting. Sun is out, skies are clear after a bangin’ thunderstorm last night, but the temperature’s going right back to 90 again today. Which means I’ll arrive a sweaty mess, but? It’s summer, and it already feels too short. I’m going.
Maybe I’ll swing by Grosse Pointe South High School on my way home, see if any movie trucks are there. They’re shooting something called “LOL” with Demi Moore and Miley Cyrus. “Scream 4” is shooting nights somewhere in the Farms, at some rich person’s giant house. And there have been Hugh Jackman sightings here and there; he’s making “Real Steel” in the neighborhood, as well.
“Real Steel” with Hugh Jackman — it only sounds like a porno movie. It’s sci-fi, something about robots. The dirty version will star Jack Hugeman. It’s one crazy Hollywood summer here for sure.
Since I have to leave early, a boring vacation slide show. I finally got around to uploading our Montreal pictures.
This is the Basilique Notre Dame de Montreal. We enforced a rule that no one was permitted to call it “the church where Celine Dion got married.” You are similarly forbidden:
One afternoon drenching rains drove us into the contemporary art museum. They were hosting some sort of avant-garde film exhibit, empty room after empty room showing stupid film loops. I was far more interested in the atmospherics of the dark rooms than anything else. Kate contemplates Art:
A bike ride out to the islands took us past Habitat 67. If Stalin had a sense of humor, this is the sort of concrete housing he’d have built in the Soviet Union:
The Jazz festival was just getting under way when we were there. There are guidebooks:
“Pour les nuls.” Doesn’t “dummy” cross all languages? I guess not.
Some bloggage for the table? Sure:
Has the leak really stopped? I’m skeptical. Extremely.
Is Mark Williams for real? This guy is taken seriously? Are you kidding me?
Kwame Kilpatrick finally cops a feel on the woman he’s supposed to be touching — and gets written up for it.
Time to slurp coffee and run out the door. Have a great weekend, all.