High and low brow

I had a great weekend - M. and I saw Talladega Nights, which was hilarious. Will Farrell and the rest of the cast committed to their fairly ridiculous characters. Sacha Baron Chohen (Ali G) was awesome as the gay, French, Nascar driver (who else could strike more fear into the heart of a red-stater?). I didn't even realize it was him at first, the guy just disappears into his characters. Speaking of, I can't wait until his Borat movie comes out, although, as I was discussing with friends over brunch this weekend, that guy is seriously going to get killed for his act one day.

I've got a little Nascar humor of my own. The last time I was at my parent's house, my dad was pretty stirred up because he was going to a Nascar race. It was about a 100 degrees outside, and we had the following conversation:

Me: I can't believe you're going to go sit in this heat and watch cars go around and around.
DAD: Oh, don't sit. Mostly stand through the whole thing.
ME: What?!?
DAD: Sit, you end up looking at somebody's butt.
MOM: Butt CRACK.

Just finished The History of Love - it was a very good book, but it's no Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Krauss has got a great po-mo writing style, but, frankly I was a little confused about the narrative voice more than once. I think I'm going to flip back through it and see if I can't make more sense of it. This confusion is mostly my fault, I guess - I've been reading it when I'm really tired, right before I go to bed.

In other news, my sister and brother-in-law have officially announced that they're pregnant, so of course we're all very excited about that. Aforementioned sports-nut grandfather-to-be has made more than one disturbing reference to various ball throwing/catching that lies ahead.