Who needs a screwdriver when you have a butter knife?

This is how I found Amy last night when I was doing bed checks. She was deep asleep. 

What kind of toaster does Jimmy Neutron use? We need one that lasts (and powers spacecraft) like his do.

Kim needs everyone's help. Please read her post and help spread the word.

UPDATE: Everything is better now!

tired 

Last night, Doug, Tommy, Evan and I went to see Serenity. We ALL liked the movie. It felt like watching television on a monster screen, but it was fun television and as socially unpopular as it is to admit, I like television. Serenity is a sci-fi flick with action, humor and futuristic setting but a plot that could have made a huge jab at our society. The plot was very linear and the main plot ‘revelation’ seems to come out of nowhere. It made sense, but there wasn’t a build-up in the first half of the movie that would have allowed the movie to have a more circular, full-bodied feel to it. I have to assume that it would have been more dimensional if I had watched or read any of the Firefly stuff so, of course I will end up finding the Firefly DVD now. The movie is rated PG-13 but most of the violence is less graphic than a video game. There is no nudity but there are a few brief (and funny) sexual references. Our hostess was wearing a Serenity hat that another blogger would have eagerly exchanged for the shirt on his back. Since our screening was attended by a small group of mostly loyal Joss Whedon fans who would proudly wear Serenity hats and shirts, they should have sent the marketing trinkets for the blogger screening instead of the media screening. This afternoon Tommy is going to write his own movie review but I will preface it by telling his first words when the movie ended. “We have GOT to get this on DVD.”

We just got home from watching “Serenity”. Evan let out a short wail at an appropriate point in the film but Tommy was on excellent behavior. I will talk about the actual movie tomorrow. The picture is not great, but the sight of my camera stressed our hostess a bit so, I just made a quick shot of the crowd.

I caught Amy shoving small crackers in her brother’s mouth this morning. As quickly as Evan’s tongue pushed it out, Amy put it back in as if he were the coin slot in a laundromat washer. I did a finger sweep before I pulled out the camera. Of course.

Debi: You’re a f-ing *psycho*.
Marty: Don’t rush to judgment on something like that until all the facts are in.

I know time is money and it’s a huge honor to be graced by your presence, but instead of selling your autograph or appearing in a 15 second Red Cross promo that looks suspiciously like a commercial for your television show, how about getting out your big, fat celebrity checkbook and writing a check.