So on Wednesday night, my friend Evangeline and I went to go see Adaptation, the new-ish film by Spike Jonze and Charlie Kaufman, the oddballs behind Being John Malkovich. I am not allowed to watch those kinds of movies. See, Adaptation stars Nic Cage as an overweight, neurotic screenwriter caught in a self-destructive downward spiral. "OK, here we go, ready to write. How to start, how to start? I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. No, I need to write, then I can reward myself with coffee..." I found myself slouching in my theater chair and thinking furiously, Damn, these people have me sussed.

Oh, well. All in all, a pretty decent movie. Odd, but decent. And now I can read Kottke's Regarding: Adaptation blog without fear of spoilers