jb lobbed the first salvo...

...well done. i would have bet my first re-minted buffalo nickel that steven or joe (my two "biggest" fans) would have been the first to chime in, but thank you for your kind words regarding my overweight illegitimate hispanic son. on to tonight's business: the aviator. besides the simpson's riff with monty burns, i know relatively nothing about howard hughes. what scared me, over the course of the movie, was how his ticks slowly spiraled out of control. it was not unlike hearing that someone got the hiccups and they never went away. everyone fights odd bouts of obsessive compulsiveness. right? for example, i pick my nails and tend to rub my left eyebrow when i get stressed out. in a daze, i will snap out of some deep thought and realize half my thumbnail is gone or someone is looking at me funny as i pick at my face. what if it got worse? so bad you lost control? thank goodness i can always buy a box of kleenex and some bottles of milk, get naked, and take refuge on this blog without feeling like a weirdo.