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Last night I went to the drive-in. It was wonderful. The sky was dark and filled with bright stars, a warm breeze was blowing and swaying the trees next to the screen, and the fellow drive-iners were largely polite. (Politeness in moviegoers goes a long way with me.) I saw a shooting star, but even shooting stars aren't shooting stars; they're meteors, and sometimes they're not even meteors, they're space junk. Regardless, I made a wish on the falling space junk, and then went back to watching the flicks.

The movies were ok; The Bourne Ultimatum didn't have an ultimatum that I can recall, but the Simpsons movie was largely ok. (Look for that one on movie posters near you: "Largely ok! -- Dave Bushnell")

My favorite part of the movie part of the drive-in was a preview for Daddy Day Camp. It's apparently a sequel to Daddy Day Care, which I didn't know was a movie. I say "apparently a sequel" because the preview touted Daddy Day Camp as being "from the studio that brought you Daddy Day Care." You read that correctly: "from the studio". I guess they couldn't get the director/writers/producers of Daddy Day Care to sign on for this one, so they went up one level, to the studio, but that kinda seems like dirty pool, you know? What's stopping future movies from being "from the studio that brought you The Godfather"? I think it'd be closer-to-ethical if there were more disclosure, ie "from the studio that brought you The Godfather, The Godfather Part 2, and Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles."

I guess it's only a matter of time before some Johhny Cleverpants in marketing comes up with "from the species that gave you movies" or "from the planet that gave you oxygen!" Actually, that'd be pretty funny. For one second. And then you'd realize it was for another Scary Movie/Epic Movie/Date Movie, and you'd have no choice but to become an impolite moviegoer. And you'd have my permission.