My Own Recurring Julia Roberts Nightmare We are in a dark room, standing close together, saying nothing...her eyes twinkle, those engorged lips beckon invitingly, that breathtaking smile illuminates her face...our heads lean together in mutual longing...but just as our lips are about to touch, her jaw suddenly unhinges, like one of those translucent fish at the black bottom of the ocean which use small lights at the end of antennae to lure their foolish prey, and Julia Roberts swallows my entire head with one great, callous gulp. Ouch.


Look out, Paul Rudd.  ¶ 8:50 AM