I saw a movie.The movie theater sells pretzels from a plastic thing that declares they are "gourmet." Why do I not feel inclined to trust that anything sold in a movie theater could be gourmet?
Why, for that matter, could nothing sold at Ralphs be gourmet either?
Are our sensibilities so deadened that we don't even know what gourmet means?
Do I give a shit?
The movie was About Schmidt. It was good. Jack Nicholson will probably win an Oscar, for acting instead of playing himself for the first time in years.
No, it really was good. A nice film. Ultimately a little uplifting without being overally sentimental.
I think it was all the better for not having eaten a gourmet pretzel with it.
In other news: New strain of cannabis found to produce orgasm in women. Haha ha.
