At a movie theater on Saturday night my sister suggested that I ingest the Olivio Buttery Spray on the counter, sans popcorn. In the course of my response I realized--with frustration--that one cannot pantomime such an act while simultaneously mimicking the "chh chh" sound that the act's requisite dispenser would make. Foiled!
Is that observation worth a blog post? Eh, fuck it.
BTW, the movie was Little Miss Sunshine, which I saw with the fam, appropriately. In my recollection, it's the only movie that has ever made me cry the normal way and then cry from laughter--like, actual tears on cheeks. Good times. (As you know, I'm a big fan of entertainment that elicits bodily functions.)