I keep posting for the day before. Anyways, YESTERDAY:

So, after finally finding a decent Chinese restaurant in Albuquerque (with a very odd, bad waitress), we went to the movie Open Range for the sheer Hell of it.


Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad dialogue. The sheer pain involved in listening to Kevin Costner try to pull of phrases such as "rustle up some grub."

I have no words.

Here are some of the highlights of the movie:

Robert Duvall is good.

Twitchy little old men everywhere.

"I thought you was married, Sue." (if you don't get it, try saying it aloud, fast--why the bloody Hell did they have to pick Sue out of all the names in the world?)

You say your piece to God (or some such). "I don't wanna talk to that son-of-a-bitch."

This is dark chocolate. Comes all the way from Switzer-land. That's near France. It's bittersweet. It'll melt in your mouth.

Right before the gunfight, "Aw Hell." The chocolate melted.

"Get going Sue."
"..."
"How's this going to work if you don't do what I tell you?"