2006-07-20 - 9:56 p.m. We watched a movie on Sunday. Did you know that Kevin James and Ray Romano had made a movie together? Yeah, neither did I. Grilled is an odd comedy starring the two New Yorkers as Los Angeles meat salesmen. They go door to door trying to sell large quantities of meat to Mr. and Mrs. Los Angeles. If you don't have enough room for the meat, they'll add in a freezer. Of course, sales are down, it's the hottest day of the summer in the valley, and they just watched a customer get assassinated. Throw in a couple of hitmen, their very angry boss, and a Jewish mob boss (Burt Reynolds) and you've got a really bad day. Not a must see movie, but if you in the mood for something different, give it a shot. You say you don't like "Everybody loves Raymond" or "King of Queens"? That's ok. Ramono and James actually get to act in this one. I went to work Monday. (Ranting about work excluded 'cos I don't want to bore you. TOO LATE!!!) I got home, changed into shorts (did I mention that it was the hottest day in the valley here too?) and settled in front of the computer to blow up some ARM robots. I'd just started to move in on the enemy base when there was a knock at the door. I paused, then paused the computer and went to the door. I peeked through the curtains and saw Tom. Well, I thought it was Tom. I opened the door, stuck my head out and said "Yeeeessss???" to the two total strangers standing on my porch. "Hi!" said Not Tom. "Oh, hello. Sorry. Thought you were someone else." said I. "Heh. No problem. I'm Dave and this is Bill," said Not Tom. "We're with Steakhouse Meats." "Eh?" I looked to the driveway. There sat a truck with a magnetic sign. Steakhouse Meats. A large upright freezer sat in the back of the truck. "Do you like steak?" asked Not Tom. "Eh?" My mind was reeling. Karma? Hand of God? Andrew? Tracking device in the DVD package? What the hell? "We can set you up with an assortment of beef that will have your mouth watering." said Not Tom. "Uh, this isn't a good time. My wife is coming home soon and we're taking off." "Does she like steak?" "Yeah, but we're really not looking to buy anything right now." "Ok, thanks for your time." And off they went. Max Headroom for President, man. Max Headroom for President. Note: If you're missing the inside jokes in this post, then a) your name isn't Andrew and b) ask me. I'll tell you. Note II: Just for the record, everything above is absolutely 100% true. Exept the part about the computer game. I wasn't moving in on the enemy base. I was getting my ass kicked. Say Lavee. previous - next

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