04Oct02 (Monthenor): I was on my way home from West Acres Amoco a week ago last Tuesday. Y'know, when my car went in for repairs and I got sick and almost didn't do last week's MM. So I'm walking back past the trailer park side of town (along 25th street), and I see this sign. It was exactly as pictured in the comic, daring me to doubt its existence.

I was immediately seized with a mixture of amusement and abject fear for our educational system...it's like public schools are too expensive for these people or something. Or maybe language is no longer taught in public schools, I wouldn't know. I can picture arithmetic and social studies being conveyed with a series of grunts and gestures:

Teacher: "Ugh gug France?!" *points five feet to left of atlas*
Student: "Nukt gorg?" *points at Turkey*
Teacher: "EEK AKKH EEE!!" *throws feces at student*

So after graduating from seventh grade or so, these trailer park people enter the exciting field of bik'e speculation... Sometimes I wonder how the "other half" lives, and then I remember that their share is much more than half. Then I get into one of my camera-bitey moods.

Right, Red Dragon. Well, I think after the crap Hannibal got from critics we should see much tighter direction to this film, hopefully with some additional dissolving suspense crystals to get our breaths all minty fresh. I have yet to hate something with Ed Norton, so I'm pretty sure I won't be disappointed.

Wee Hours Of 05Oct02 (Monthenor): Not disappointed. Ecstatic! Go see Red Dragon now, Monty commands it! And then have some Monte Cristo, mmmmm baby.