So It Is Written

I watched the beginning of a movie called CAFE METROPOLE, and the first thing that happens in CAFE METROPOLE is that a drunken, petulant Tyrone Power bangs his little fists on a restaurant table, demanding a "roasted eagle." I know what you're thinking! You're thinking, "Hey! Didn't you 'blog' about Russell Crowe irrationally demanding that a restaurant serve him a pan-fried owl?" Why, yes I did! Thank you so much for caring and remembering and all the loving and niceness and the warm feelings of good. And now I have told you about Tyrone Power's roasted eagle, because when the "blog" registers something that reminds it of the "blog," the "blog" must "blog." Such is the nature of "blogs." Such is the nature of life.