Oh Gawd, I Hate It When That Happens!

I just glanced up at the clock on my computer and it's 3:15 a.m.

That's always such an Amityville Horror moment to me.

I feel myself suddenly starting up like James Brolin, was it, from an imaginary bed.

Time to make the donuts. And get the axe.

Wouldn't it have been really deliciously weird if they had cast Josh Brolin in the role his father played in the remake of that movie?

So it would feel like a family of actors was trapped forever in a series of sequels of a bad ("good bad") movie.