Rach and I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Minus the annoying sad/melodramatic music, it was definitely a David Fincher movie. It was a great but sad movie. I was hoping the Benjamin would turn into an embryo at the end and disappear but the story and make-up was good.

    Today I caught ~fifty fish. Out of those, I kept ten. My daddy taught me how to clean them so I cleaned them all and now when you people come to see me I will give you fish to eat. You will eat them with your teeth in your mouth. If you have no teeth I will gladly pre-digest the fish for you and regurgitate it into your throat.

    Is there really such thing as too much Marx Brothers or too much Syd Barrett or too much Salvador Dali or too much surrealism?