Tonight, you

Outside it's raining and inside it's about 100 degrees. The thermometer reads 89 but that's not entirely accurate. It feels higher with the humidity. The rain outside is nearly torrential and my banana seems to be ripening in record time.
I saw Inception last night. Y'know, the one with Leonardo DiCaprio? And Juno? Notice how I referred to her as "Juno," as opposed to "Ellen Page"? Here's why: she's not a very good actress. She was perfect for the role as a teenager making snide remarks just as George Clooney is a perfect fit for any movie that needs George Clooney as a character (see: Batman and Robin for a movie that needed Bruce Wayne, not George Clooney). She was okay, though-- for the task she was assigned. It was as if Jonathan Nolan recognized her lack of skill after her contract was signed, so he designated her as "the character who points out the obvious in case any member of the audience couldn't comprehend what was going on." The necessity of this sort of role in this particular movie is questionable.
I am not a movie-critic-- I am a random-thought generator (and not a very lucky one at that). Take into account that I was groggy from this cold and under-caffeinated because my sore throat interpreted hot coffee as being awful all day yesterday.
Back to that banana: I had been looking forward to eating this particular banana for a few days now. It's the second to last one left from the bunch I bought recently and it was the better of the two. Because I was running late, it was the only thing I brought to snack on. So, noticing a window of about 20 minutes without customers, I decided it was time. I smile, grab the banana, and begin peeling. First things first, the banana decides, as a good 80% makes a clean break and heads for the floor. The salvaged portion wasn't the best I'd ever had-- just barely overripe. So it goes.
I think I'll name this entry Hand... Banana.
The next entry will be about questioning your faith (if I remember to write it). Not talking necessarily about religion here. For instance, I used to love baseball. Now I see it only as a way for people to avoid thinking outside of certain settings they've set up for themselves. Maybe I'm being very realistic or maybe I'm being a sour puss. I'll discuss these matters... Sunday, maybe.