back from a nice little trip to see jay and silent bob again, with mike and pat, who hadn’t seen it. i have to say, the catption that popped up when mark hamill entered (which wasn’t in the version i saw when we saw the early screening in july) was a little bit insulting to my cultural intelligence. isn’t part of the coolness of cameos like that feeling good that you recognize the person without being told, and appreciating them being snuck in as a small supporting character? and it’s mark hammill, who wouldn’t have known that already?

well, obviously someone.

this was great too: driving back to the freeway afterward, we went past a gas station. in the parking lot near the road, was a guy selling neon from the back of his station wagon, with a bunch of his brightly shining wares sitting on the roof of his car. all the greats were up there, from a green neon cactus, a pink neon flamingo, a blue neon martini glass. . . it was hilarious and we were glad to have seen it. a neon dealer. i wondered if he was always at that corner, or if he went from place to place, trying to sell his lights throughout the city, maybe the country. and neon dealers are WAAAAY creepier than drug dealers, if you think about it.

“hey man, you got a neon peace sign?”

“you know i do.”