"Well, that's just friggin great."

It is way too early to be upright on a weekend. Yet here I am, as always.

It wouldn't be so bad if we hadn't been up til after midnight last night. Jess has a paper due about the movie Crash on Tuesday, so we rented it from Blockbuster. Then, since we passed it, we got Dead and Breakfast, mostly because, well...Jeff. If that wasn't enough, there was a commentary track that had the director, and some of the cast, including Mr. Morgan.

Let's see? An hour and a half of that voice? Count me in.

So, we watched the commentary. Planned on only doing a few minutes of it, but it was too much fun. Apparently, this was one of those "get your friends together and make a movie" type deals, because they seemed to be having way too much fun, poking at each other and being utterly profane.

And Jeff? Jeff who basically admitted that they all spent most of filming drunk and/or high? Oh, I'm sorry, it was "We were all in 'high sprits' during this scene."

Oh, my god. I adored him before, but listening to the commentary...I think I'm screwed. Funniest shit, ever. We had to pause it twice because we were howling too loud to hear the television. Turns out? Mr. Aw-shucks-easygoing is this little ball of bitchy sarcasm. I'm a sucker for that, somehow.

*grin* You just hush, caarirose and robanybody.

So, yes. Soon, we will own this particular shame, too.