I believe that sunshine is good in small doses, but that an afternoon spent lying in the sun in Cabo San Lucas will probably result in a nasty sunburn; I believe that dogs smell bad and that cats smell good, despite their refusal to obey my commands. I believe that hard work is overrated, that too much of anything probably is, and that even my four year-old could do that.

I believe that the criss-crossing telephone wires above my sidewalk might spell out enigmatic messages if I could just figure out the right angle to look at them.

So, super secret movie-insider know-how has it that sleeper hit The Avengers came out last week!

Since the weekend’s box office receipts indicate that it’s already made the annual GDP of several South American nations, and Disney has wasted no time announcing a Black Widow standalone, in addition to their plans for looping the upcoming Spider-Man remake, a planned Fantastic Four remake, and a new Hulk series into the Marvel Avengers canon.

My three-year old son, who watched me as I uploaded today’s comic, started cracking up laughing at the sight of Winslow in an Iron Man costume. “That is ridiculous!” he said. I’m happy that this meets the approval of the young and illiterate.

A Bunch of Tricks for Dumping Bitches

Simon says: In your face Neal Sedaka. Breaking up, is really not at all that hard to do. In fact Paul’s got fifty ways to do the deed. The balance of the tutorial is anchored by session drummer, Steve Gadd’s, way-cool stick work on this post-divorce, revenge tinged fantasy which topped the charts throughout the spring of 1976. It remains, likely forever, Simon’s biggest solo hit.

I know, I know. Everyone’s talking about Fifty Shades of Grey. But I have to be honest–I didn’t really know about it until Eileen’s lovely entry on it earlier this month. Perhaps a new working title should be Fifty Shades of Beige or Bored Housewives with Libidos. So I guess I should be happy for

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