The Severed Cortex

Link: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477347/

I'm actually posting on the day we hung out with Robert. Yes, I know. It's a first.
It's been a couple of weeks since our last night together ended on a sour note after the Harlem Globetrotters game. Robert seemed to have forgotten all that as he was all smiles when we picked him up. He even called me earlier in the afternoon to make sure we were still going to pick him up.

And we did, around 4:00. A short ride back over to East Alton and we made it in plenty of time for the 4:20 cheap showing of A Night At The Museum. Have you ever gone into something with high expectations only to be let down after it's over? Sure you have; hundreds of times I'll bet. There's a little known corollary to that theorem that says if you go into something with low expectations you're likely to come out surprised. I first noticed the phenomenon a long time ago when I went to see Pee Wee's Big Adventure. It's really just a matter of math. (Actually everything in the world is math ... as I've been trying to tell Nancy for years). If an 8-1 long shot comes in for you, you're more likely to be surprised than you would if a 2-1 favorite finishes on top. Okay, I'll stop with the math lecture and get back to the movie. Night At The Museum was actually pretty good. I heard from several sources that it was terrible, but overall I'd have to say they were wrong. Sure it has a typical contrived Hollywood ending where everything wraps up nice and neat. It also has Owen Wilson playing, well, Owen Wilson, which at this point in his overexposed career I have grown weary of. But other than that, it was a pretty decent movie. Robert thought it was awesome and that's all that really matters.

Afterwards, Robert wanted to go to Denny's and eat. I had a cholesterol bomb.