Cure for a sticky summer day

Specifically: iced cappucino from Tim's, air-conditioned cheap movie theatre in the afternoon (I finally saw Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants), sushi for dinner, and then once it cools down, throwing open all the windows and sprawling on the couch to watch The Village.

And it's cooling down nicely out there. We picked up a couple previously-viewed DVDs at Blockbuster. (Sekrit message to queenzulu: one of them is the truly horrendous-looking Boa vs. Python which troutkitty keeps calling "Boa vs. Constrictor." We'll wait 'til you get back to watch it through, with the mocking that must accompany it.)

It's supposed to be hot again tomorrow. I think another large pitcher of green tea lemonade is in order...

The paiiiiin....

In the one day queenzulu is back in town between camping trips, we've forced her to watch Boa vs Python. And when I say forced, I make sarcastic little air-quotes around it with my fingers.

The premise of the movie: Okay, there's a giant python on the loose, and it's probably the fault of some big game hunter guy. (Except queenzulu said this from the next room, and I heard "big gay hooker." Which would have made a better movie.) The FBI's solution? To stop this python, let's send a giant boa after it! Yeah!

David Hewlett was the scientist guy who owned the boa. Which provided such brilliant (innuendo-free, no really) lines as "You want to do WHAT to MY boa?"

( some more scintillating dialogue, as transcribed by queenzulu )

Heeeee. Yes, we're really that easily amused.