urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarahzilla 'cause she couldn't think of a better name. Sarahzilla 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarahzilla:18166 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z Last night my sister, Martha, and I vegged out in front of the tv until 2am.&nbsp; We'd both had a long day and in a rare moment of sisterly bonding (these moments are rare when there's a ten year gap between us) we decided to watch tv.&nbsp; The remote stopped on one of the HBO channels.&nbsp; Speed Racer, nearly a third of the way done, was playing and the pretty technicolor pictures kept us zombified and unable to tear ourselves away.&nbsp; I'm not aware that there was a plot, but I&nbsp; KNEW&nbsp;racer X was Speed's brother.&nbsp; Just like the cartoons.&nbsp; However I sufficiently tired enough I was confused when he said he wasn't Speed's brother. &nbsp;<br /><br />So we sat there for the rest of the film, occasionally mimicing the sound the Mach 5 made when it jumped over cars and generally staring at the pretty colors.&nbsp; I don't know if that movie is any good in normal situations, but it is fantastic when you're half asleep.&nbsp; I imagine that if you were stoned or drunk it might be equally as fantastic too.<br /><br />The worst thing, though, was the dream I had with the monkey in it afterwards...