Okay Dan...

Two Questions for you, Dan, and Dad, you're welcome to play along.

Question 1: What do Bill Paxton and Lance Henriksen have in common?

(Waiting)

(Still waiting...)

(Do you already know and this is annoying you?)

Okay: They are the only two guys to be Terminated, Alienated, and Predatorated. Of course Lance wasn't macked by a Predator until 2004's AvP, but I'm counting it.

Here's a short piece about them.

Also, here's a neat link to a discussion of the first four Terminators, my source for the aforementioned connection. Of the four, the writer mentions 'half are good to great, while half are bad to worse.'

Random Terminator fact: the only one I saw in the theater was T3, with Marc and Tony in San Luis Obispo on a forgettable Wednesday afternoon. John Connor a schmucko and Claire Danes the secret leader of the resistance? Okay, fine, I'm in... I guess I never cared that much.

This fatalist guy never seemed the right heir to Ed Furlong:

Maybe this guy was:

But I still haven't see T:Salvation. I guess I never cared that much.

Okay, so Nick Stahl and Chris Bale are in the pictures above as kids, and are the source for the tougher second question.

Question 2: What are the two movies represented in these still images?

Fence, Schmence...

Facts, schmacts... You can use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true.

Simpsons digression...my bad.

And now, a dispatch from suburbia: Dan's Fence Gets Macked By Drunk Girl

Sorry Dan. Some drunken chick busts up your fence while on a run from the police, even down to three wheels at the time of final impact, and here you are, surveying the situation after a restaurant-dinner-interrupting phone call.

I should probably let you tell the story, since I don't know anything about it. Well, beyond ma's emails and stories and apparent court battles.

This post was supposed to be about how our new cat's destructo-matic nature pales in comparison, yet still induces the same kind of head-scratching moments where you find yourself saying to yourself, "Well... Shit."

Not firing on all cylinders this afternoon.

Also, I wanted to write "Fence, Schmence".

Also, do you remember that little cartoon book with the illustration of a picket fence labeled "Fence", and next to it just a solitary picket labeled "Fent"? For some reason that cartoon has been flashing in my brain ever since I heard about The Great Basswood Fence Macking That Didn't Involve A Moving Truck Driven By A Hairy Stoner.