Laziest blogger/knitter ever

Considering it has been almost a month since I posted, you probably weren't expecting to ever find another post here. But here I am, with very little to show you. The camera gets almost no use these days. We're busy, but not with much you'd want to look at.

I've been hardly knitting at all. I am not working on Sundays this May, so there goes a whole day of knitting time. And I missed last week's circle and will also miss this week's. Couple that with watching a lot of movies that require reading, and the knitting has slowed considerably. The other day I remembered that I had been working on Jeremy's first sock while watching the absolute worst movie during February vacation. And here we are, fast approaching summer vacation, and I've only just finished the heel on number 2.

On the right is a sweater vest requested by Sebastian to have an alien theme. So far, you can see UFOs and planets. There are also alien faces and rocket ships to come. Assuming I ever pick up the needles again...

A quick recap

Thanksgiving weekend was very busy, with my mother in town Thursday lunchtime until Sunday morning and then work on Sunday.

Wednesday

• Took Dorian to Little Peoples and had a cafe date with Sebastian.
• Did the last shopping of the year at Walker Farm. (Sob.)
• Made an apple pie, a pumpkin pie and cranberry sauce.
• Watched Singin' in the Rain with the kids which they loved and I am so happy they loved. Dorian was crying he was laughing so hard during this scene.
• Went out with Christine, Steven and Rosemary for a little pre-holiday fortification.

Thursday

• Made a 13 pound turkey. As usual followed the directions and as usual had the turkey finish cooking an hour early.
• Had a lovely meal with the kids, the husband, the in-laws and my mother.
• Made several quarts of turkey stock to put in the freezer.
• Was very tired. Can't remember anything else.

Friday

• Had a lazy rainy morning and then went to see Fantastic Mr. Fox. It was fantastic. My favorite part was when one of the characters called something a "cluster cuss".
• Made a pot pie-ish thing out of leftovers with mashed potatoes on top. Starting to be really sick of turkey.
• Played dominoes. Lost every time.
• Somehow got sucked into a show about wedding dress shopping. Can't explain it. Clearly swept up in some holiday weekend vortex.

Saturday

• Took the kids ice skating. It was Dorian's first time and Sebastian's second. Sebastian's first time was when he was Dorian's age and he started screaming a quarter of the way around. Jeremy barely got him back to the door to get off the ice. Dorian's first time almost went the same way, but he relaxed at about the halfway point and ended up doing fine. I had not been on ice skates since 7th grade, so it was an exciting experience for me as well.
• Went to lunch in Greenfield and then to the Montague Bookmill-- "Books you don't need in a place you can't find."
• Had a popcorn dinner while watching Hard Day's Night. The kids also loved this one. We're riding a large wave of Beatlemania around here these days.
• Played more dominoes. Lost every game.
• Played Waterworks. Won the last game.

Sunday

• Got my mother on the road. Sent Jeremy out for donuts. Breakfast of champions.
• Went to work. Tried to work on my second mystery sock which is supposed to be finished by midnight tonight if I want to enter the contest.
• Had none other than John Hodgman sitting on the couch in the store while his wife shopped for yarn and his kids all took turns needing to use the restroom. I couldn't decide whether to say anything to him, so I opted not to. Later I realized I had missed an opportunity to punch him for all the times I couldn't sleep because Jeremy was laughing so hard next to me while reading his books.
• Played more dominoes. Lost every game.

Now I need to put my fingers to a different use and get these socks done. Only 14.5 hours to go. I don't even know what I could win, but I want to dammit!

0 for 2

Jeremy and I suck royally at finding a good movie to see in the theater. Last month was the Invention of Boring. And this month was the reinvention of boring aka Paranormal Activity. Save your money, people! Unless you are a tween, in which case you will probably think it is awesomely scary, when in fact it is not.

However, last night we found a movie that was actually scary and combined 2 elements that I am ashamed to find unsettling.

1. Burlap sack masks (Mildly ashamed-- I think everyone can agree they are creepy.)
2. Caves (Somewhat ashamed-- They're just geography. Or geology. Either way, they probably shouldn't freak me out so much.)

So, this little gem is called The Orphanage and is available on Netflix Instant if you are interested. In addition to the aforementioned creepiness, there's the "mother with a secret", the "impossibly large house with too many rooms to get lost in", the "kid who has imaginary friends who might be ghosts" and the "weird, bespectacled old lady" to keep you on edge. I screamed at least once, maybe twice, where I spent a lot of time yawning during the other films.

The invention of boring

Jeremy and I got to have a much needed date night on Friday which I will rate thusly:

• Food: B. We went to the restaurant in a local brew pub and while my Indian turkey burger was fine, they forgot to bring me my soup that I desperately needed to warm myself after Sebastian's soccer game.
• Games and Tea: A. I won both checkers and Trivial Pursuit. And the chai at the Twilight Tea Lounge was delicious as always.
• Movie: C- to D+. We saw The Invention of Lying. It was truly boring. Sadly, profoundly boring. I do not recommend watching it, except for the part with my favorite Wallace lookalike. Except for that all too brief moment, it was deadly dull. And all the more depressing for the abundance of actors that I like. Boo.
• Companion: A+. Jeremy's still my favorite person in the whole wide world.

And in other news, the body of my sweater is finally done. I am not fond of the angle at which this shot was taken, but it is the only one I've got.

And a closeup of the edging (which I cribbed from the mystery sock):

And on to the sleeves!

Rainy weekend activities

It is nice to have a rainy weekend every now and again to catch up on things instead of running off to find a spot of sand at the lake. So, did we make good use of our time? I'd say so.

Yesterday, Jeremy and I primed the walls in what was the music room. We did, that is, until we ran out of primer with only 7 square feet to go. Then we went out to lunch and to the grocery store. A brief respite at home and then we were off Chez Flapdoodle for a pizza party to celebrate a variety of things including their refinancing of their house and our friend Henry getting out of the "clam shell" he has been wearing all summer after breaking his spine. Yes, his spine.

Today was spent making banana muffins from some fruit fly magnets, taking a quick trip to the hardware store for more primer, and blocking Dorian's sweater.


All that remains is to sew it up, add a collar, and insert a zipper I have not yet purchased. Details, details.

I also harvested some stubby little carrots. 4 months of growing for that.
And our first eggplant! Yum!

I also went to see Food, Inc. It was okay. But here's the thing. Even though I am all for organic agriculture and try to shop locally as much as possible, that movie was so over the top at some points that I basically left the theater wanting to eat a Mickey D's hamburger just to spite the filmmakers. Whoever was in charge of the score saw fit to have a horror movie soundtrack during portions involving Monsanto or slaughterhouses. We got it already! And any time there was a corporate farm or a corn field depicted, everything was brown and dusty; but if an organic or small farm was on screen, all you could see was green mountain vistas and idyllic red barns. Please. And don't make Stonyfield yogurt out to be some fabulous company whose president is raving about all the tons of pesticides and antibiotics that aren't being used because they are "organic". Well, I have to ask about all the oil that went into both the plastic packaging that went swirling past as the film went through the factory and the trucks that will transport these dairy products across the country.

But enough of that little tirade. If you've been under some sort of rock lately and have no idea about sustainable farming or the horrors of corporate agribusiness, maybe you should see the film, but otherwise I wouldn't waste my time if I were you.

After I came back from the movie, Jeremy and I painted the ceiling in the former music room, and then I broke out a pane in the window simply by painting the frame. And now for the room news: the music room aka Dustin's room is going to be Dorian's room (or miniDust's room). The drumset will go in Sebastian's room. Dorian is excited to have his own room, since he never has, and I think Sebastian will enjoy having a room of his own again.

After dinner, I cut the boys' hair.

And now I have 2 hours to kill until Mad Men...

What happens when Jeremy is gone

The first day (after crying quietly for a few moments) I take the children for a walk to the farmer's market on the off chance that there will be raspberries. We just get a small container to eat on the spot. No jam today. Then we head to the thrift store and buy a Spiderman comic pajama top for Sebastian and a DDR shirt for me. Who cares that it's a child size shirt? It says, "I can't dance without arrows." We go next door to the discount natural foods store where I stock up on such necessities as organic pop tarts, all natural strawberry daiquiri mix, and cheese filled pretzel sticks.

We stop a couple of times on the way home to gossip about the 16 year old pregnant girl down the street and my neighbor who passed away recently. We arrive at home where I leave Dorian unattended for 10 minutes and come back to find this:

The kids have a minor breakdown later when it is discovered that Wipeout has been postponed by the President's press conference. I put them to bed, then somehow don't go to sleep myself until 1am. I did watch Very Young Girls about prostitution in NYC on Netflix Instant and get some knitting done, so it seemed worth it at the time.

The second day we keep ourselves busy by going out to lunch, enjoying the lake despite an obviously emotionally disturbed child terrorizing us, and then going to the library to pick up Dorian's prize and fill out their reading program cards. Sebastian has read 46 books so far and Dorian has read 18 books all by himself. We go home to have a little dinner which Sebastian proclaims seems more like lunch, and I prepare to take the kids with me to knitting night.

I bring what the shop owner calls "cuptails" that I manage to make taste like liquid Jolly Ranchers. I also bring what I hope is enough workbooks and magazines to keep the kids occupied so that I may actually knit. I do manage 10 more rows on my sleeves before the kids start acting up and then Sebastian finds a way to get his finger stuck in a peg hole in the adjustable table. It almost didn't come out, but it did. We cleared out shortly thereafter. Again I put the kids to bed on time, but stay up until 1am. This time I tried to watch Lisa Kudrow's show The Comeback but it just wasn't doing it for me. So I cut it off halfway through the third episode and wasted time online instead.

Two days down, the last day is a lazy one. Well, for the kids anyway. I puttered about the house doing laundry, weeding, and sanding and spackling the spare room. We played some Memory (I kicked their butts) and they watched some AstroBoy. After they went to bed, I watched Birth, a lame "mystery" starring Nicole Kidman that I would not advise anyone watch. But I got more knitting done, so it achieved its purpose.

And now Jeremy is home and life can go back to normal, ie. my falling asleep around 10:30pm.

Busy busy busy

It has been yet another busy weekend around the Hott Pocket house.

Jeremy and I began painting the garage, which I think is looking pretty awesome, but makes the actual house look poopy. We have less than half to go, but I definitely need Jeremy's help to reach the tippy top because I do not want to tip like a top off the ladder. This is not the best picture in the world, but it is the most accurate color-wise.

Yesterday, I was lured by cupcakes to the yarn store which was hosting an event with someone from a local organic wool company. Marin was very nice and very talented and the cupcakes were very delicious. I found myself a little jealous of her and the yarn store owner who both get to knit all day and get paid for it. However, if I were to be paid for knitting, I know one of two things would happen: a) I would immediately lose my inspiration/resent knitting or b) I would develop a horrible case of arthritis. I was also tortured somewhat by the obnoxious truth that there are more projects in the world than I can ever hope to produce. So, to remind me of that I have more yarn in my possession now as we each got to pick 2 skeins to bring home and they are totally mocking me while I slog through the sleeves for the summer sweater. I am staying strong and not working on anything else, even though I just got all this:

The yellow and the 3 skeins of gray are the boys' future sweaters. The multi-colored ball in the middle is a self-striping yarn I found in the clearance bin which is begging to be a pair of mittens for the boys. And the 2 skeins on the right are the 2 freebies I got which are a cotton/wool blend and very plushy and are asking to be made into fingerless mitts/arm warmers/coziness that I think I may keep for myself.

And today, after painting the garage in the morning, I met Christine to see Away We Go at the matinee. I really enjoyed it. It was very funny and I love Maya Rudolph and her character was very Christine who I also love. I do not love John Krasinski, but I thought he did a good job. The first 2 couples they go visit are way over the top and a bit much, but I have to admit that I have met people like that, so it wasn't entirely unrealistic. Overall, it is a good exploration of family and home and life and how even perfect isn't perfect. I highly recommend this one. And I don't care what Jeremy's wheel has to say about it in the future.

Weekend run-down

My mother decided that she needed to see the cow parade in person this year, so we had a visitor starting Thursday. And we all know what visitors mean: lots of activity.

Thursday: Out for a sushi lunch after she arrived. Carried in 4 boxes of my old books from her car and spent afternoon exclaiming over each old friend I found inside. Also got a box containing my roller skates and skated awkwardly to the bus stop. Evening T-ball game. Cortney's yummy butter bean salad and squash biscuits for dinner.

Friday: Stop at Dunkin for coffee and the pleasant surprise of Free Donut Day on the way to Keene to check out the fabric stores. Mom has been "taken over to the dark side" in the quilting world, which sounds very similar to the dark side of the knitting world and includes amassing large quantities of materials you aren't sure you'll ever use and visiting every store that sells said materials wherever you go. I used my gift card from Diane to buy a few patterns and some fabric to make myself a shirt. Played a few games until Sebastian came home. Gallery Walk downtown with free Ben and Jerry's. Watched The Thin Man. It was awesome.

Saturday: Pancakes and bacon. Cow parade. Barbecue for lunch. Hike at Chesterfield Gorge. Side trip to Stuart and John's Sugar House for my favorite kind of ice cream. Jeremy contacted the company to find out where we could get it that wasn't the place run by fundamentalists. I had my beloved Bear Claw again! Home again home again. Jeremy and Sebastian went to the Swampbats game. My mom and I watched Transamerica which was funnier than I thought it would be.

Sunday: Exit mother bright and early for her 9 hour drive. Went to see Up. I was warned it was sad, but that did not stop me from sobbing and blubbering no less than 3 times. It was also funny and scary, but I have not seen anything so touching in a long time. Ignored the dark clouds and made a pit stop at the grocery store for a snack dinner on the way to the lake. I'm no fool and I know how cold movie theaters and lakeside can be, so I was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt. My children, however, were swimming and Jeremy was shivering in his shorts and t-shirt. (I was still just as cold as they were and lamented not bring my down jacket.) We huddled up for a windy early dinner of baguette and mozzarella balls, grapes and nuts. Then we headed home where I passed out on the couch for over an hour. After putting the kids to bed Jeremy and I watched Murder by Death (very funny) and I went to bed.

So there's the run-down of why I was so rundown I took an uncharacteristic nap.

Your nerd news for today

We packed up the kids for our second annual birthday pilgrimage to Funspot. Last year was Jeremy and the debut of the Wiebe shirt. Today they were having a tournament, and we got to see this "celebrity".

And on the way home...

Sebastian: Ask me what I'm doing.

Dorian: What are you doing?

Sebastian: Being cool.

Hey! I saw a movie for grown-ups!

We'll ignore the fact that a certain children's music star was in the film, though. Because he really made no difference plot-wise.

Anyway, I went to see Revolutionary Road which I have been a total failure at obtaining a written copy of at the library or used book store. The library is ordering a copy for someone else, so I have to wait. Which is totally fine.

I enjoyed the movie and managed, amazingly, to not get too sucked into the whole disaffected housewife thing. If we still lived in Outlet Town, I guarantee I'd be bawling right now. But we don't and I'm not. Not that I didn't find the film to be moving, it just didn't make me feel like moving.

Anyway, after the movie ended and the credits started to roll, the women behind me stood up to leave.

Woman #1: That was just weird. And here I've been waiting weeks to see this movie. And it was just... weird.

Woman #2: It just makes you thankful you're normal.

Because being unhappy with your lot in life and having dreams, however unrealistic, is totally abnormal and ridiculous, right?

Artsy fartsy

In the last two weeks, Jeremy and I have watched 2 documentaries about artists.

The first, How to Draw a Bunny was fascinating, inspiring and hilarious. It was about Ray Johnson, a contemporary of Chuck Close, the Lichtensteins and Christo, among others, who didn't quite achieve the same level of fame that they all did. He was quite a character who had a very interesting sales approach. His output was impressive for its sheer volume. And although I suspect I would have found him more than a little obnoxious in real life, he is one of those people who leaves everyone he meets with a crazy story to tell, and therefore is fascinating to hear about.

The second film was My Kid Could Paint That, the story of Marla Olmstead. She came on the national scene as a 4 year old abstract painter hailed as a genius. Her paintings quickly began selling for $8,000-25,000 apiece. While the documentary crew was working with the family, a piece was produced for 60 Minutes which called into question Marla's painting abilities. CBS wanted footage of a piece from start to completion and so a hidden camera was installed over her workspace. The resulting painting did not meet the same standards as her previous works, and caused people to wonder if she was being coached or if she was not responsible for the original paintings at all. Her star quickly fell.

Jeremy and I spent about an hour dissecting the film and the family's behaviors. It raised so many questions, like

• What is art?
• What is the value of art?
• What makes a prodigy?
• Is it fair to exploit a child with press tours and openings?
• If a parent did coach a child, would that diminish the value of the child's product?
• Why is that father not on some sort of medication for what is obviously an advanced case of crazy?

I highly recommend both of these films, Bunny for entertainment value, and My Kid for thought-provocation.

2 movies in 2 days

Both of the movies we watched this weekend featured the "filming within a film" conceit. One was far more enjoyable than the other.

Last night, we watched Tropic Thunder. I was less than impressed. (Keep it to yourself, Dustin.) I had read such great things, but not so great that I felt like it would be impossible to live up to what the reviewers were saying. Frankly, I was bored. The fake previews were funny, and I liked Robert Downey, Jr. That's about it. Ben Stiller is like SNL. They both need to learn that just because something is funny for 5 seconds does not mean it will be funny for 5 minutes. I'd give it a 6.5 out of 10.

Today, we took the kids to see Bolt (aka The Truman Show with a dog). I liked it. The action sequences were crisp and fresh. The story line was a little predictable, but it is a kid movie. Unlike Ben Stiller, somebody knew just when to pull the plug on the silly supporting characters, like the pigeons and the hamster. They came in small, enjoyable doses. Some of the animation was a little awkward-- the humans often looked mechanical when walking and one looked exactly like the Barbie in Toy Story 2-- but for the most part it was well done. The boys and their friend Lydia loved it. This one gets an 8.

The Batman

We went to see the new Batman movie last night. This is going to be an extremely lame post because everything I would want to say would be a total spoiler for those of you planning on going, and too much evidence of my geekery for those not planning to see it. So, I'll make it brief.

It was very well paced, so it did not seem like 2.5 hours at all. Super cool new toys. Wicked creepy beginning. Amazing make-up. Lots of 'splosions. Fun, fun, fun!

And I'm going to say it: I liked Katie Holmes as Rachel Dawes better than Maggie Gyllenhaal's turn. So there.

Baby Mama Drama

Christine, Amanda and I went to see Baby Mama on Wednesday night. After I had to shut up the 2 dummies in the row behind us, I enjoyed the movie very much. I know some people, including Listmaker, did not think much of the previews which I thought were pretty funny.

Overall, it was very funny, but a little out of its time. Christine and I decided that it was sort of 80s-esque. In fact, it reminded me of Baby Boom. The cast was great. I loved the doorman character. And even Steve Martin's role didn't bug me-- mainly because he was limited to very short appearances.

The only slightly annoying thing was the happy ending. The ends were all tied up just a little too neatly. But, it is a comedy, so who cares?

More successful, more bizarre, still adolescent

Well, we're back. And we had a wonderful time. But there were some odd moments and it was still a teenage date. I am okay with this.

First, we drove south on our way to the little town where our B&B was located. We decided we just wanted to get a sandwich or something for lunch and stopped in the larger town along the way. We walked up to a luncheonette, full of people, and discovered that the door was locked. And no one even looked up. Weird. This particular town gives me a bit of the creeps anyway, so I wasn't too surprised. We ended up having a nice Thai lunch and then popping into a couple of stores for some more weirdness. One was playing the worst children's music ever. I have heard a lot of bad kid music in my time, but this was in a class by itself. Like homeschool. Another store featured an Intelevision, the complete selection of games produced for the Atari, and a dude watching South Park. It was time to leave.

We stopped by an historic town, saw the $14 ticket for admission, and headed on ye olde merry way.

After dropping off our bag at the B&B, we headed into Northampton for the evening. We wandered the streets for awhile and then decided to get dinner. Jeremy knew of an Indian restaurant to try, but we didn't know where it was. Too bad you can't find a phone booth with the yellow pages anymore, we said. Then I look down, and there is a brand spanking new copy of the yellow pages on the stoop of a store. We did our research, and found the location only to encounter both a musty and a roach spray smell, so we turned around. And where did we end up? At the burrito shop. Scoff if you must, but the catfish tacos were great, and I still had room for ice cream. We got embroiled in a wedding photo op at the ice cream parlor, and headed to the mall for a movie.

Did you know that Iron Man would be such a big deal? I didn't. I also forgot we weren't in Vermont anymore. I haven't seen that many people in a very long time.

We saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall and loved it. It was grown-up Nick. Good times. And even that horrible doofus Jonah Hill didn't annoy me since they limited him to 30 second increments. And that Mila Kunis is so gorgeous, I don't know how he didn't forget Sarah Marshall instantaneously. That was really my only plot problem.

We woke up this morning to a wonderful breakfast, hit Trader Joe's, and came home to our sweet boys. They definitely seem sweeter after a little distance, let me tell you.

Now with "Shoot on Sight Authorization"

Last night, we watched The Bourne Ultimatum. I tried really hard, but I still kept calling it (in my head) the Bourne Old Tomato even though it didn't feature even one tomato, old or new. It did feature the wonderful Matt Damon. I like him. He's a good guy. And he's totally bad ass. He can do anything. Well, his character can. And does.

I highly recommend the entire trilogy of Bourne films. They are all very fun without excessive gun play. They are plenty violent to be sure, but it is a good, honest, hands-on kind of violence. Not that laziness where you stand far away and shoot at people. Boring. I still think that The Bourne Identity was the best, but I loved this one, too.

A Japanimation kind of day

Yesterday was "movie night" as it is every Saturday in our house. When we went to the video store, we found this little gem called "Bottle Fairy" that the kids fell in love with at first sight. They were completely consumed by the idea of watching it for the entire 24 hours we had it in the house before the viewing. Not a full-length movie, it actually was 6 twelve minute long episodes that were totally crazy in that inimitably Japanese way. Each episode was about a different month from April through September and focused on the 4 girls (Chiriri, Kururu, Sarara, and Hororo) learning something new in the hopes of becoming human. They are assisted by Senseisan, an adolescent boy they live with, and Tamachan, a crazy girl with a fang who often gives them misinformation. It was so delightfully absurd.

After the kids went to bed, Jeremy and I broke out "Trauma Center" for the Wii. We borrowed this from Amanda and Nathan a while ago, but didn't get around to playing it until now. It is hilarious. You play a bumbling new doctor who has to perform a variety of operations like the one pictured at left. At one point my patient was literally erupting glass from his something or other. (Trust me, you don't want this to happen to you.) The game features ridiculous dialogue which is just displayed as captions on the screen next to anime style drawings of the characters. If you are lucky, you get to hear some footsteps approaching or receding. The part that was shocking to me was how truly anxious I became about completing the operation in time. It didn't help that every mistake included a gruesome sound effect of bones snapping or glass gouging, etc. It was fun on one level, but terribly stressful on another, and just confirmed what I've always known: Nursing is not for me.

The Savages (but not the ones I'm related to)

Christine and I went to see The Savages yesterday. I'm not going to call it "The Crapages" since that doesn't sound good and it wouldn't really be true.

I still haven't decided what I really think of the film. I enjoyed it fine at the time, and Christine and I had a few chuckles (not just because of all the Butterfingers either). I just thought the timeline of the film was really unrealistic. Some of it felt really forced. I love Laura Linney and I love Philip Seymour Hoffman, and I think they did their best, but I didn't love the movie.

Pirates of the Crapibbean

Once upon a time, all my reviews of movies that I didn't think were wonderful had the word "crap" inserted into them. I'm so clever.

Last night, Jeremy and I watched the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. If I were talking only about the first 45 minutes, the word "crap" would not have been mentioned. But, alas, we did watch the other hour and a half and therefore, "Crapibbean" it is. I genuinely enjoyed the beginning. I thought Johnny Depp was funny. Then it turned into what seemed to be one epic fight scene, sometimes with skeleton pirates, sometimes with sloppily fleshy ones. Either way it was boring, and I was not impressed with Keira Knightley or Orlando Bloom.

I'd give this one 2 eyepatches.

Bright and Shiny

Guess what we watched last night? Bubble Boy. Yes, that Bubble Boy, the 2001 movie starring Jake Gyllenhaal.

Dustin and Cortney recommended this to us on more than one occasion, but let's just say that we don't always agree when it comes to comedy. Well, Dustin, you will be so pleased to hear that we enjoyed the movie very much. Had you been here to check my reaction every three seconds, you would have seen me laughing. It was way funnier than we imagined it would be. I will admit to not having my eyes on the screen the entire time as I was trying to finish the kids' Easter present (see next post), but that doesn't mean anything.

There are a lot of similarities between this film and Pee Wee's Big Adventure-- so many in fact, that it can't be coincidence. So, if you love Pee Wee/over the top road trip adventure movies/Jake Gyllenhaal/boys in bubbles, this is the film for you.