Last night my sister, Martha, and I vegged out in front of the tv until 2am.  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.  The remote stopped on one of the HBO channels.  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.  I'm not aware that there was a plot, but I  KNEW racer X was Speed's brother.  Just like the cartoons.  However I sufficiently tired enough I was confused when he said he wasn't Speed's brother.  

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.  I don't know if that movie is any good in normal situations, but it is fantastic when you're half asleep.  I imagine that if you were stoned or drunk it might be equally as fantastic too.

The worst thing, though, was the dream I had with the monkey in it afterwards...