Hey there guys and dolls, I’m back with this week’s “the weigh in”. Our new message boards are up and running and people seem to be taking to them I think we are only a few steps away from forming a fun little cult, inviting you all to live in our little “conclave”, making star maps to sell on the side of the road to pay for our bandwidth.

Maybe I’ve said too much. Forget what you’ve read here. I was only kidding, ha ha ha.

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Umm.. yep. We should probably move on to this week’s little pearl of wisdom.

My last batch of Netflix movies came in all at once and with something I had been anxiously waiting for. The entire third season of “Six Feet Under”. I have spent a few hours a night the last few nights catching up on some great HBO television. Watching a tv show that I hear is in it’s last season. Damn shame. But I’m not going to spend another week talking about television shows that will end before their time. This week is about a completely different subject I want to rant a little about.

Last week I grunted about my fascination with football, a subject I am sure I will return to in the near future, but this week I wanted to take a turn to a little more sensitive, a little less testosteroney. Mmmmm.. testosteroney…

Anyways, I just finished the 3rd season of “Six Feet Under” and each season seems to have some kind of wonderful surprise, this season was definitely no exception. The Fisher funeral home decided to hire an intern to save money. The new intern, a human version of Hal 9000, had a brief and innocent affair with the Fisher matriarch, 30 years his senior, and that little affair brings me to this week’s little rant.

Hollywood spends hundreds of millions of dollars on “quirky” romantic comedies. Actors and actresses spend their entire career playing quirky versions of every other character in every other romantic comedy. To start off, I am not a big romantic comedy fan, but holy crap. Come on now, boy meets girl, enter quirky situation, quirky friend, mix in some confusion that causes the two to be pulled apart, and by the end of the film they are holding each other basking in the moonlight, or some such crap. And all the people are too cute for words together. That is my biggest bitch. I can buy the rehashed storylines, because how many different ways can you tell the same love story anyways, but why the hell are all of the people twenty something OC rejects? Gimme some sweet innocent love like Harold and Maude. The story of an old lady at the end of her life and a young man learning how to live. Something with a little more depth than the makeup on the leading man’s face. That’s all I’m asking.

p.s. Be sure to check in every week for more new and exciting improvements to our humble little website. I think we are working on an art contest. Some kind of cartography project. It’ll be fun. And you know me, I wouldn’t steer you wrong.

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