Tonight Tresy and Becky and Adam and Carrie threw a joint birthday celebration for Earl Scruggs (still picking strong at 80) and Elvis Presley (dead at 42). Turned out the only other invited guests were Carrie's friend Matty and her brother (???) and her moms Suzanne and Carla. Nice people, nice vibe, lots of sugar. In short, a typical evening at the Quirk-Kilbournes.

Robin came over later to watch silly movies. We got through "Twentieth Century," a pretty good film of its kind. Carole Lombard is definitely sharp and funny and beautiful, and John Barrymore...they just don't make 'em like that anymore. (Robin and I have cast the remake: Cameron Diaz for Carole Lombard's part, Jim Carrey for John Barrymore's.) It just happens that screwball comedies of the Thirties are some of my favorites. I heard them compared to Restoration (or, heck, Shakespearean) comedies, and that to my non-scholarly ear sounds right.

Also managed an interminable vintage-2002 blaxploitation movie--starring Fred Williamson and Ron O'Neal (Superfly!), with Gary Busey as the psychotic assassin and Ice-T (this is a stretch) as a dope-dealing pimp. I'll tell you how bad "On The Edge" is--you tell me who directed it!!!!!!