Ha, ha, ha, ha. Thought that was a good post title. Attention getter, you know? Plus how many times can we call Ed a prick or make fun of Mick having hair in places even a grizzly would not have to shave? Anyway, on with the post...

"I think they're related - Wall Street and Hollywood - Business and Art - [the art of business] Oil and Water...I wish I had something original to say..." - Lee (aka raging asshole)

Ok, I'm quoting you now you maple syrup slurping camera jockey. There's an obvious relationship there but the fact remains I don't relate. Obviously there is money to be made selling overpriced candy coated donkey testicles to all these worm infested intestinal tracks we call tourists on this our blue planet but just because some schmuck in a florescent lit room in Blotto, Utah accidently dropped his donkey balls in chocolate one cold lonely night there is no reason to compare him with Michelangelo.

In other words just because a man can type and legally change his name to Shakespeare does not automatically make him our poet laureate. Of course I guess we're just stuck with a lot of people that will weep at the scene where the monkey writes "I'd like waffles for breakfast!" with his own poo but I'm just not one of them.

"You are chock o'block full of it on this one, Reg - Last night I saw Blue Planet and there were birds diving 60+ feet into the water feeding with the fish....I would sell a(perhaps even my own)kidney to be underwater getting that footage." - Lee (aka maple syrup slurping camera jockey)

All joking aside, documentary filmmakers are the jazz musicians of the film world.

Ok, this post has been a pretty lame attempt at humor but I'm tired and I have to go pack because I'm headed up to the lake house in the morning.