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What a perfect summer movie this is! James and I went with our friends Denis and Michael with pretty low expectations, but it was really a treat.

Don’t let the movie’s title fool you. Rise of the Planet of the Apes is really all about the relationships, and the characters and their connections, how they love each other, but betray each other. If you don’t shed a tear when James Franco finds the Curious George doll that he lost in kindergarten, I’ll be a…

No it’s not. It’s RISE OF THE PLANET OF THE APES, for god’s sake.

is the fantastic creative force behind my website. Even when confronted with my stupidity around computer stuff, she explained it so I know how to update and fix things myself. I tried not to learn it, I swear, but despite myself I did. A couple of times I thought that I had broken the internet, but so far everyone still seems to be getting their emails and porn and conspiracy theories just fine. If you need a site, go to her.

On my husband’s most excellent blog: Sie World, he made an impassioned plea for a more civil political discourse. I think he’s freaking full of it, man!

Things are going great. I am a lucky, lucky guy…which makes it even more tough to see the news about the shootings in Aurora, Colorado.

James’ family lives in Denver: a niece and a nephew, James’s sister and her husband, his parents. I can’t imagine how terrible this must be for the families impacted directly by the murders. As outraged as I am about the particulars of the event, I’d like to spout off a little about something that troubles me about the reaction to the event. The word ‘evil.’

Happy Memorial Day Weekend, people. Be honest: are you barbequing, or honoring fallen veterans? Are you barbequing but feeling guilty about the fallen veterans at least? That’s what I’m doing.

Despite my long-held pacifist beliefs, I find honoring fallen veterans is a good thing, and holiday-worthy. But if they really want people to be all sad, they should do Memorial Day in the winter like maybe in February and not on the glorious weekend that kicks off the summer. Barbeques are bound to break out when we have a three day weekend at the beginning of summer.

Besides veterans like to take off work and eat barbeque, just like the rest of us. But they have to parade. It’s not fair for them either.

I must confess I’m a little tired of the guilt-trip Facebook posts. Over a picture of a military cemetery—”While you eat your delicious, sloppy ribs, marinated and then slow-cooked to perfection, remember the heroes that died so you could stuff your face, fatty.”

As the son of a minister, guilt is surprisingly not a huge motivator for me. Guilt makes me feel mad, not guilty.