Saturday morning, Joss Whedon kicked my teeth down my throat with the finale of Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog. Then I spent a lovely afternoon drinking with my old buddy Mike. Despite the heat wave, we were determined to eat outside, which lent a Survivor like element of danger to the proceedings.

When I got home, K. and I ordered takeout sushi and watched 3:10 to Yuma, which really surprised me. Short of the Ramayana itself, this film might be the greatest illustration of the Hindu concept of dharma that I've seen. Of course, Christian Bale was awesome as always, but I was shocked how much I loved Russell Crowe in it. A lot of that had to do with how well his character was written by the great Elmore Leonard, but Crowe's portrayal was perfect. I also have to mention that Ben Foster (Russell from Six Feet Under) did a marvelous job with his supporting but pivotal role. I recommend it very highly.

On Sunday, we made some chicken salad and watched The Brave Little Toaster which, combined with the heat and the meal, was extremely nap-inducing. We managed to wake up in time to head out and visit my family in Jersey, who irritated me surprisingly little. We even got to swim a little, albeit in a pool crowded with immobile oldsters.

Notably absent from my this post: Batman! I guess I'll have to catch it some night this week.