The Downfall of American Civilization is a Bunny Named Buster

OK, now I have been calmly on hiatus; but leave it to the federal governemnt to enrage me so much as to make me need to blog whilst I am in the middle of suffering through the god dann flu (which, btws, is horrid. and I ALWAYS get a flu shot. argh)
Anyway, I turn on the news and Charlie Gibson is telling me about the anniversary of the liberation of Auswitz, and about all the genocide in Cambodia and Bosnia and Rwanda, how evil the world is. But I was resigned to that long ago. Then he has to go and tell me that the new secretary of education made PBS pull an episode of "Postcards from Buster" because while traveling to Vermont to learn about maple syrup, Buster encounters a Lesbian couple raising children.
ABC news then brought up Spongebob and some long time offenders such as Bert & Ernie and Tinky Winky.
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?!
We just finishing touching on genocide; and the next most pressing issue in the country is a cartoon's encouter w/some lesbians?
Seriously, how do we live in this country? Nevermind the fact the preschoolers can't even navigate the concept of sexual identity. I'm more concerned with the fact that that No Child Left Behind is one of the most ambitious and yet vastly underfunded pieces of legislation in American history. We don't have the money to properly fund American Schools, and our new secretary of educations big battle is with an animated bunny rabbit??? Where does Bush pull these people from, Gerry Falwells rolodex??? I just can't take it.
Sorry to get serious, I jsut needed to get that off my chest. (which is ridden with fever and influenza) so i'm going back to bed...

Annette Bening is hot. I'd totally do her.

Hey HEY hey!

Checking in with the world from The Manhattan, which has sunken to about -1,000 degrees this morning. It's totally not awesome, and I think I'm busier than is reasonable this week, but here are some points to be made:

(1) I love Harvey Fierstein.
(2) In spit of myself, I love Ben Folds. Fine. I give in.
(3) As Condoleezza Rice accepted her Secretaryship this morning (which I saw on CNN), I truly--TRULY-- for the first time wished that I could end the life of another person. Like, for real. And it didn't make me sad, because it's honestly deserved.
(4) My coworker Michael Armone just squawked at me about a gay bar I need to go to in Vegas called Gypsies. It invovled the following quote: "Once I got a taste of Gypsies, I was in for life!"
(5) http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/3347706?GT1=6065
(6) Just overheard-- Two coworkers talking. #1 says "Frank Rich looks like a dumpling." #2 says "Well, Ben Brantley looks like a zygote!" I hate my job.

Kevin :-)

Oscar Tuesday.

Mmmmmmm I'm in heaven... This is totally one of my favorite holidays, along with Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Birthday (Observed), Mothers Day, and Arbor Day. Frankly, I resent having to come into work on such a fine occasion.

But anyway...Let's have some reactions, shall we?

(1) I never saw "Maria Full of Drugs," but that girl seems pleasant.
(2) Alan Alda is my favorite curmudgeon, even if he took David Carradine's slot.
(3) I can NOT believe Mick Jagger didn't get nominated for Best Song... What a FLIPPIN' disgrace. Do they expect Lisa Marie Presely to wear a goth hood while presenting Best Song to "Les Choristes"? I think not.
(4) I want to throw the whole music brand of the Academy into the sea, basically.
(5) "The Village" has now received more Oscar nominations that both "Kill Bill"s put together. MAN, does that make me boil.

Whatever. It's all good, ya know?? It's a lovely day here in New York, SpongeBob is gay gay gay, and most crucially...

While Condoloser Rice has been nominated for Secretary of State, she's also been nominated for the Razzie for Worst Supporting Actress for "Fahrenheit 9/11."
That is such a beautiful thing, folks. After all, what's the official motto of Kevin & Leigh's Sexy-Ass Blog?
"Hey, Condoleezza Rice. Fuck you."

WAHOO!!!!!

Vanishing Car Alert!

I am dedicating this post to my roomate Priscilla, whom you all know and and love. The poor girl leaves 85 degrees and sunshine in Hawaii, only to return to single digit temperatures and snow drifts. We went to dig out her car, only to find it was not where she parked it. Now, last year this very car was towed by the capitol police, except even after we called looking for it they claimed not to have it for 3 days, before magically locating it in a tow lot. Its Deja Vu all over again people. They may have towed the car, but they can't find it. They also may have "re-located" it for the Inauguration, but they didnt keep records of where they moved cars from or to. So it may be in the system, but if it is, no one can say for sure. How is it possible for this to happen to one person twice??? Anyway, please keep Priscilla's car in you thoughts. If you happen to see a red early 90s Jetta with Maine "conserve wildlife" plates (who answers to the name of "Ruby")-please let me know; as her owner is in a state of frenzy.

This shit is bananas.

Has everyone heard this rumor that Toby Maguire didn't attend the Golden Globes because he was too fat?? I think this needs to be commented on ASAP.

So I'm throwing snow here, which is awesome of me. If you can make out my face, please note that it's totally scrunched up and adorable. I look like a cute puppy or something. Also, I live near a police station. No one called the cops on me. 

Here, Kate is listening to the snowfall. 

OK so maybe this also isn't very wintry, but it does show that Mike's ass is scary to Priscilla and covered with hands. 

This picture in no way relates to today's theme of "winter," but it does show that Mike is REALLY fucking weird. 

I LOVE LEIGH SOMERVILLE. Have you ever seen a cuter snow bunny? 

SNOW ME THE MONEY!!!!!!!!!!

(or somesuch wordplay where you insinuate 'snow' into a pre-existing phrase to indicate that it's winter)

So it's AWFUL snowy in New York, y'all. I'm talkin' INCHES (and not in the way I usually am... Eeeeewwww). Anyway, I've had only moderate balance problems getting around town today-- and I'm justly proud of myself-- but everyone seems to be acting like it's the snowpocalypse. I mean, yeah, it's snowy, but that doesn't seem like a reason for our neighbors to hold up inside their unlit apartment and try to entice Kate into playing a game of Outburst while they snort Ridalin. But hey, I ain't the boss of neighbors, ya know? I'm only the boss of Kevin, and Kevin loves the snow, even when it whips up in his eyes and nostrils.

Happy Winter, everyone!!

SIDEBAR-- I despise Condooolleezzaa Rice. If she were here right now, I'd push the cunt in a snowdrift.

LOOK UP, BABY!

Well, we're stuck with Bush for four more long years. sigh. shame on you, American public.
This fine city spent all over yesterday celebrating that fact. And apparently, all anyone wanted to eat was burritos.
I saw 8, yes 8, people in Stetsons before I even arrived at work.
I still haven't processed the day fully; Aside from the fact that one couldn't even get on the subway in my neighborhood because the republicans needed to have a "freedom ball" in Union Station (where Mike's boyfriend Anderson Cooper was broadcasting live.) It was great watching evil dressed in red white & blue taffeta hold court 3 minutes from my apartment,really,it was. I can also tell you that at one point during the hell of my shift at work; someone said to me "I'm a Kennedy- like, a REAL Kennedy!"And then, the highlight of my day. I was standing on a chair to be above the sea of hungry conservatives. I bent over to pick something up; and someone put their arm around me and I hear "Look, up baby". Before I realized what was happening, I was having my picture taken with Don King. (Who was later seen on fox news sitting with Gretta "who, me, eyelift?!?" Van Sustern talking about who his buddy dubya was going to bring "his fighting spirit to the urban ghettos and save the youth". This Ladies and Germs, is my so-called life.
ALSO- I just saw a preview for a mid-season replacement show about a sightless NYPD detective that looks beyond hideous. Shame on you, Ron Eldard!
Though usually wary of January premieres, I will CLEARLY be watching fat actress, I just found out Rachael Harris is in the cast. she's funny. (She is currently making fun of "Models Inc" on I Love the 90's: part deux. That show may or may not be listed as my favorite program in the Spearhead 8th grade yearbook.) Also, I now found out midseason TV is bringing John Stamos back to the small screen, which I will always support. You know you had a Uncle Jesse crush too. Don't deny it.

Fear and Loathing in The District

Ok, So mounted police have been up and down my block 3 times since I bothered to pull up my shades. That cannot be a good sign. Luckily, Mara and I have stumbled on to anti-inauguration activities; including funeral marches w/cajun bands and demonstrations by anarchist cheerleaders. Three cheers for protesters! I am actually quite afraid of Thursday to be honest. Mostly, I'm afraid of the line at Starbucks.
Also, it was lovely having my fellow blogger and his better half here this weekend. I haven't had that much fun without drowning my liver in a gallon of vodka in quite some time now. I mean really, who can't have a good time when Ben's Chili Bowl is involved?
Ok, so i need to respond to Kevin for a moment. I'm not sure Natalie Portman was golden-globe worthy; but I did not hate that movie. I was kind of into the overdone campy dialogue. How you can one hate something that provides the following Clive/Julia exchange:
Larry: Was it good? What's he taste like?
Anna: He tastes like you but sweeter!
Larry: Thank you, thank you for honesty. Now fuck off and die, you miserable old slag!
I also like it because it made me say "hmmm...boyfriend? not so much anymore"
Thats just this girl's opinion ofcourse. (which is clearly tainted by the fact that I would watch Jude Law read the phone book for two hours. Provided it was done in boxer-briefs ofcourse)
mmm. Jude Law.
ok, well on that happy thought I have to go read Psychology. Leathal. Out.

LESS BALLS AND MORE ELECTRIC CARS

--OR, a summation of a weekend spent with dear souls in DC--

So I'm freshly back from our nation's cappie, where I saw Mike and my fellow blogger Leigh. Pretty chill times were had by all, proving definitively that low-key weekends rule my school. Bush is getting inagurated again on Thursday and DC is prepping for this DISGRACE by being really, really cold. And so Big Ups go to Mike, Leigh, Mara, Priscilla, and Nate for putting up with my sexy freeloading. Also, Laurel Jacobsen is an all-time track star. Keep brave faces this week, guys. It's only our lives and the future of our nation. No biggie, right?? Heh heh.

Items:
(1) Did Natalie Portman win a Golden Globe? Because if so, my life has been cut short by about 4 years, not counting the 2 hours I spent watching her anemic performance.

(2) My new nickname is Lukewarm Rosie.

(3) During the aforementioned inauguration, the fine (?) state of Oklahoma is being reprented in the parade by a... (and this is taken verbatim from a pamphlet publicizing the event)... A touch of ear draft mule hitch. If anyone can explain to me what this diarrhea of nouns (which Mike dubbed "free association" means), please do so. Otherwise, stay tuned for a full report after this debacle goes down.

(4) So Kate and I are watching the Tsunami relief telethon from this past weekend, and HOLY SHIT is it good/campy/boring. So Renee Zellweger comes on, mousy brown hair and 76 pounds. She says, "Sometimes, the most desperate areas are the ones hardest to reach." Does anyone else think she was having a Sideways moment of talking about herself??

Later, guys. I have to put Gloria Estefan's cover of "Everlating Love" on my iPod before the ride to work tomorrow. NIGHT!

Kevin :-)

fun with missionaries...

Yesterday was rather bizarre. Priscilla has been waiting for her computer to be delivered, and if no one was home yesterday; she was going to have to the middle of Maryland to get it. Anyway, ofcourse the doorbell rings as soon as I get into the shower. So I run downstairs soaking wet in a towel; and I open the door, and guy is getting back in his truck. I yell, no answer. So I have to go running out the door barefoot in a towel. To which the UPS guy says: Honey, whatever's in this box- you must want it REAL bad.
Sidebar: The Scissor Sisters song "It Can't Come Quickly Enough" could TOTALLY be an Erasure power ballad a la "Ship of Fools" or "The Circus". It makes sense, the old guard influencing a new genration of gays. Please don't attempt to badmouth Erasure. If you have a problem with the fact that my phone rings to "A Little Respect" consider our friendship over.
The second story involves me being harassed by a metrorail employee, but it will will just make me angry if I recount it. Suffice it to say as soon as I finish this post- I'm writing a very bitter letter of complaint.
Finally I get to the Ballston Metro station. (where some of you may remember I was attacked by pigeons.) And there are people at tables with vats of L. Ron Hubbard books.I think Oooooh. Scientologists. Sadly, I had to get to class. Luckily for me however; 6 hours later they were still going strong. They were giving "Stress Tests" which involved holding metal bars and looking a meter that appeared to have come straight out of One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, whilst some helpful person asked you about stress in your life. So I don't know about you, but I wasn't about to pass this up. Anyway, after it was determined the major causes of stress in my life was "decison making" I had a lovely conversation with Dave. Here are some excerpts:
Me: So, Now's the part where you tell you me how how Scientology is going to end the stress in my life right?"
Dave: Well, perhaps. Tell me what you know about Scientology
M: I know Kabbalah has eclipsed it as the trendy celebrity religion
(this did not amuse dave)
D: What else?
M: well, also that battlefield earth was not so much the best move for Travolta, I mean really he may as well have made "Look whos Talking 12"
anyway, then dave I chatted it up for a few minutes upon which he asked if I would like to BUY a copy of Dianetics. This confused me
M: Now, wait a minute. you got me all interested. I sat her for a good 7 minutes. and now you are selling me the book? I mean, even the freaking mormons will mail you a bound copy of the book of mormon.
D:(slightly amused this time) well, we have our work to consider...
Me: Like keeping up a giant buidling in the heart of Dupont?
D: um....
At this point Dave and I parted company- but he did give me free passes to some screenings at the afforementioned church in Dupont. (Kevin, Kate- I think you know what we're doing this weekend)
In closing, I'd like to leave you with a quote Mara just sent me:
"For a celebrity weekly, this is our tsunami" –- US Weekly GM Kent Brownridge, on the Brad and Jen breakup story (New York Post).
Good to know humanity has its priorities in order.

This is REALLY funny.

This was Letterman's Top Ten last night...

TOP TEN SHOWS ON THE NEW GAY CABLE NETWORK

10. "Everybody loves Raymond....especially Steve."
9. "CSI: San Fransisco"
8. "Inside the actor's studio apartment in the West Village"
7. "Law and Order: Special Antiquing Unit"
6. "King of Queens"
5. "Desperate Houseboys"
4. "Stone Phillips-Unleashed"
3. "Malcolm in the Middle"
2. "My wife and kids....have no idea"
1. "Press the meat"

And one on the way?

Kate really thinks that Virginia Madsen might be pregnant. I don't really think she is, but having watched the Critics Choice Awards with Ms. Kate last night, the evidence certainly is there. But maybe she was just wearing a really unflattering, empire-waist dress. And besides, I think anyone standing next to the FUN-TASTICALLY skinny Sandra Oh might look knocked up.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

So the Aniston-Pitts are calling it quits after four and a half years. This makes me feel two things: Sadness and Rage. First, Sadness. I liked them. And I know they were Hollywood's golden couple and all that shit, but I just liked them a lot because sometimes I think he's SO hot, but most of the time I just can't be bothered. Similarly, I sometimes find Jennifer Aniston randomly talented (Especially Rock Star... "You did great, babe!"), but most of the time, I just can't be bothered. That's a cool balance for a couple to strike. So I liked them.

But now they're done, which brings me to the crux of this posting... RAGE. People are trying to blame Angelina Jolie?!?!?!? Oh my GOD. I mean... I will climb down off my high horse and KICK THE SHIT from anyone who tries to villify Angelina Jolie in the divorce between two vapid, self-absorbed people. Yes, Angelina Jolie is hot. And Yes, I know that there are rumors circulating that they had phone sex (BTW... If anyone can procure me a tape of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie having phone sex, I WILL pay up to $50), but I'm sure Brad Pitt's had phone sex with LOTS of people, right? Whatever. I can see where this is headed. The Daily News has already billed her as "notorious man-eater Angelina Jolie" or something like that. I feel that it's at least appropriate to say "notorious man-eating Oscar-winner Angelina Jolie" OR better yet "notorious weirdo Angelina Jolie." Shaes of Eddie Fisher-Liz Taylor-Debbie Reynolds. But god as my witness, I will stand by Angelina Jolie, traecheotomy or no.

Also, who else thinks that Jennifer Aniston is gonna go crawling back to Tate Donovan?

Hot Poddy

So I got an iPod this weekend, and I've fallen completely in love with it. Like, I'm in movie love with my iPod. My iPod and I get caught in the rain together, and run giggling to an awning. My iPod and I stroll down the streets of Paris. My iPod and I are on the run from the cops after killing my iPod's abusive husband.

Speaking of abuse, it abuses my heart and soul that Anna Nicole Smith is STILL going through all this drama about her dead husband's money. I mean, unless they have some dramatic evidence that they never actually got married, she MARRIED him, and he left the money TO HER. I don't care if he was fucking crazy. He did it, and it's done. She wanted it, she got it, and that's the deal. I mean, Jesus christ. This has been going on since I was in middle school, I think.

Speaking of Jesus Christ, both he and Michael Moore won People's Choice awards last night. I never understand how that process works... Like, "Fahrenheit 9/11" won for Favorite Film of 2004 (I second that emotion), but then "Passion of the Bullshit" won for Favorite Movie Drama, and they presented that afterwards. I was so baffled. Once again, the people and I are out of step.

OK Bye.

She Works Hard For the Money

Oh man. Sorry I haven't blogged in awhile kids. The coast has taken over my life this week. I've been lost in a sea of 11+ hour work days,demanding newly-elected members of congress, near-sightings of noted poli-hottie Barack Obama, and thumb blisters from opening 80 something twist-off beers last night. sigh.
ok. so I just saw an ad for a TV movie starring Piper Perabo called "She Gets What She Wants" I can tell you the entire plot of this movie. It involves the afforementioned Coyote Ugly star as a french exchange student sent to Texas. Why do I know this? Because I saw this film, which was known as "feisty Beast" (a far better title, no?) in a movie theatre. In Berlin. In 2002. I guess what passes as Cinematic fare in Germany is ABC Family material 3 years later here in in the US. Strange but true. What else? Oh! mara and I ventured into the world of online groceries this week. there is nothing quite like having chocolate teddy grahams and sorbet delivered to your door, I promise. ok, well my brain hurts... I'm sure I'll be seeing msot of the people reading this in Chinatown next week.- Lethal. Out.

Burning Down My Master's Blog

Journalistic standards force me to admit that I've been factually incorrect in the post below, where I said that "A Love Song for Bobby Long" is the only movie of 2004 to make me cry. I also cried during "Fahrenheit 9/11" and "Ray." I just wanted to clear the air. It won't happen again.

Playing catch up, with a side of rain and SleepyTime tea.

Today is January 5th and it is FRIGID on the streets of Manhattan. Good lord, it's cold!! Luckily, I spent 7:30-9:30pm tonight snuggled in a toasty theatre with Manrissa Hansson seeing a movie. I've done this a lot lately. In fact, since Sunday, I've been to five movies, and gone six times (I "Million Dollar Baby"'d twice). And so, as January lays its icy gloves upon my vitrue, welcome to a game I like to call Oscar Season Catch-Up:

"Million Dollar Baby": (sigh) Everyone loves this movie so frickin' much, and it's good and all, but it's just resoundingly Not My Thing. And I even like it more than I would most women-boxing-drama-turned-weepie-asshole movies. But not enough. Also, I think Hilary Swank is a piss-poor actress (as well as guaranteed to win the Oscar for this movie), and she should be ashamed-- ASHAMED-- for taking this role, which would have made the world see what Ashley Judd can do.

"Hotel Rwanda": Cry!!! Crying!!! Oh my god!! SO FUCKING SAD. Brilliant, awesome movie. Don Cheadle is The Man. Also The Man is Mike Ettannani, because we had the following exchange during it:
MIKE: Oh god, my mascara must be running down to my chin.
KEVIN: That explains why you look so much like Louise Brooks.
So basically, "Hotel Rwanda" is to genocide what we are to comedy.

"Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events": Woooowwww. I mean, this is the kind of movie I wish I'd had to watch when I was younger. This is MY kind of children's movie, and one I plan to force my kids to watch in order to teach them what proper sensibility is. It's also how I'll teach them why the world once loved Meryl Streep, as I'm sure she'll be long dead at the time. Speaking of long dead, I love Dustin Hoffman.

"The Woodsman": Kate and I have an eternal struggle over whether or not Kevin Bacon is hot. My response falls firmly on the Hot side, though it would suck if we got married, because our answering machine would be like "Hi, you've reached Kevin and Kevin. One of us gave a truly awesome performance in 'The Woodsman' and the other really thought that the aforementioned 'Woodsman' was a chilly thrill ride into the life of a man struggling with pedophilia that everyone should see this holiday season. But you can leave a message here for either one. BEEP." And THAT is why I won't marry Kevin Bacon. Beep.

"A Love Song for Bobby Long": See, now HERE we have it. If the world fall in love with one movie this year in which three downtrodden losers come together to form an unconventional family, it'll be "Million Dollar Baby." But if I, Kevin Manganaro, fall in love with one movie this year in which three downtrodden losers come together to form an unconventional family, it's "A Love Song for Bobby Long." What can I say, other than that it's the only movie of 2004 to make me cry? And much like the only movie of 2003 to make me cry, "The House of Sand and Fog," real estate is a major theme. Maybe I just have real estate issues? Should I seek counciling? Perhaps. Or maybe I just really and truly think that Scarlett Johansson is pure magic and that this is the best movie she's ever gotten the chance to be in.

I hope that all of you, dear readers, get the chance to hit the cinemas in the coming weeks to catch everything that 2004 had to offer the arts but just held out til now for purposes of crafty marketing.

Also, I think Sutton Foster blows pigs. I'm pretty sure.

KEVIN :-)

In the spirit of mid-decade togetherness...

... check this sucka out:

http://www.sweetcharitythemusical.com/ecard/ecard3.htm

I'm completely obsessed with this... I mean, what is it? A TV spot? It really doesn't fit its "e-card" label. Maybe... "little slice of perfection." YEEEEAAAAHH.

Anyway, I love Christina Applegate. Why? Because I bet she smells like crayons.

2005: Let's all keep workin' the bag, Boss.

As I sit in the musty offices of Broadway.com and Theatre Direct International, I can't help but say to myself, "Holy Shit, it's 2005." Isn't that weird?!?!?!? Like... Crazy. Think about it. 2005. It's TWO THOUSAND FIVE. It all just makes my stomach hurt. Truly. Acidic.

Some updates:

(1) Leigh joined the ranks of the intelligencia by realizing that everyone should get at least one tattoo in their lifetime. She sent me a photo and MAN does it look awesome. I'm so proud of you, Baby!!

(2) Big Ups to the Ettannanis for their New Years Eve rock 'em-sock 'em free fo' all. Sadly, I tipped in late due to family crises, but I did so with Wilkinsex and Jacoboobs in tow. These ladies are MAGIC in any setting, and in a setting as ripe for eccentricity as the Ettannani home, they were positively aglow. 'Boobs and her man, Wiegle, have also successfully moved into their new Red Hook abode (I'm told Red Hook is in Brooklyn, though I'll need to consult my atlas to be sure... I mean, how fanciful), so congratulations to them on what I'm told is a 500 mile-per-hour tsunami of a kitchen. But back to the Ettannani party... Joe broke the credenza (sp?) and Anita demanded her ashtray. Another day in paradise? Definitely. Also, the perfect way to kick off 2005 in style.

(3) I hate working. I wanna be a jetsetter. Or maybe I just wanna be 1940's Katherine Hepburn ("The Aviator" really did a number on me in that department). Who knows.

(4) I love Weezie Iconis. And by that, I mean... I LOVE Weezer Iconis. Hey Joe, how long will she be staying here?

(5) Kate and I have been e-discussing whether or not Hilary Swank will win a second Oscar for her yawn-inspiring performance in "Million Dollar Baby." I say that there's no way she WON'T win, but Kate, ever the optimist, holds out hope for kettle-loving abortioneer Imelda Staunton. I'd also just like to volunteer that if Gawkypants had to actually box with Imelda Staunton, the shit would GO DOWN. Never box with anyone who knows all about grating soap into a bowl of warm water as to terminate a pregnancy. I speak from personal experience. ON THE GIVING END.

(6) Check out www.ladystein.blogspot.com for some pics of Katelana on New Years. Kate's face is so red that she's practically Native American. Where's your casino, you glorious bitch??

(7) Speaking of faces, let's not speak about mine. Fucking 2005.

KEVIN :-)

Tea & Corrections

Leigh, I love you SO MUCH. So very, very, truly much. But I cannot go to bed (which I'm off to do right now) without just saying this... Though Jerry Orbach was indeed NOMINATED for a Tony for creating the role of Billy Flynn in "Chicago," his only Tony WIN came for the hit '60's musical "Promises, Promises."

Now that I've vented my Queery Queerpanties mind, I'm off to bed.

Much love to everyone. (yawn).... tired...

PS-- Just real quick... Call me if you've seen "Million Dollar Baby." I'd like to discuss the third act. (516) 241-5521.