(brushes away cobwebs)

(and a little dust)

(ok, a lot of dust)

There. Whew. Okay, I think I’ve got a spot where I can write a little something.

I like to watch movies. They are one of my primary means of escape, sometimes a little too much, when things get hairy. I mean, what better way to forget (for instance) that the world is plunging into a Great Depression, than to watch a movie where things are far worse, such as Terminator, or Children of Men? See how that works?

I can escape to a fantasy world and marvel at the characters and maybe enjoy some witty dialog or special effects. It’s a couple of hours in my own little world. It’s a mostly harmless addiction, and it keeps me off the streets.

Okay, enough of that. I like movies. And if I had to pick a couple of gems from the past few years, it’s hard to go wrong with Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. The astute observer might see that these movies have something in common – Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, for starters. (ding ding, you’re right)

(in case you didn’t know, Simon will be in the new Star Trek. Just thought I’d throw that in there since I had pretty much ignored Star Trek but just found out a minute ago that Simon is playing a young Scotty. Hells yeah!)

So, I liked these two movies, a ton, and also pretty much liked Run, Fat Boy, Run (being a running fat boy, myself) and so on.

So today I hear about their newest movie, called Paul, which has nothing to do with the Beatles or church, but everything to do with geeks and aliens.

After letting my imagination go nuts on that for a minute, I have to agree with the sentiment in one of the commenters at JoBlo: I have a boner.