I’m watching TV tonight, flipping through the channels.
On the Women’s Network, I find “The Wedding Singer“.
I didn’t have to watch much, because as far as I’m concerned, it kind of peaks with Steve Buscemi’s bitter, drunken toast: “Best Man? The better man!”
One of the movie channels is playing “The Big Lebowski“.
And it is awesome. I love it. I don’t think I could be with someone, in the biblical sense, if they didn’t love this movie.
And then, to complete the Buscemi Trifecta, I catch the last half of “Ghost World.”
And I have to finish the night, thinking about Steve Buscemi…in that way.
I’m going to bed now.
But I swear, if I have a sex dream about Steve Buscemi, the programming geniuses at the cable company are going to get some very angry (and very confusing) e-mails tomorrow.