watching grosse pointe blank and remembering how amazing it is. the sound supervision and editing blows me away (listen to when he walks in the ultimart for the first time). then realizing that i dreamt about dancing some ballet in my dream last night for some production that kevin moriarty was directing. very odd. and also, to round out the randomness, rick was in town between the holidays and got me thinking about how to work drunken four-square into the TEAM’s next fundraiser. damn, the dialog in this movie is good. oh, and i can’t stop listening to saint elsewhere.