Sunday Evening Conclusions

1. There should be a law against microwaving monkfish. My microwave dinner tonight brought the words "springy" and "fish" way too close together. Imagine dating a really bad chef. That'd be awful. I mean, make this sentence sexy: "Oh, Gareth. How do you get your fish so...rubbery?" Yeeeeeuch.
2. Roxanne is an uber-comedy against which all comedies should be measured.
3. Few things make me as happy as a really good comedy.
4. A really good comedy augmented with red wine and raspberry sorbet is almost too good to be true.
5. I love being an adult because I can throw the springy monkfish away and eat raspberry sorbet instead.