I'm watching an old VHS copy of "E.T." this morning. Classic. It got me thinking of how you never know what the future will bring. Who knew that cute little girl would become a lush by eleven, show Letterman her boobs in her twenties, have a spred in Playboy (not really much of a "spred"), and that I'd make her the theme to an early G. Cool tune (which, by the way, is available for purchase on this site. Never too early for Christmas shopping. The song "Drew Barrymore" is found on the CD, WHO DIED AND MADE YOU ELVIS?) which mentions everybody's favorite peanut head, E.T.! Full circle, baby, it's the circle of life... hakuna ma ta ta. By the way, yes, I've got a thing for Drew Barrymore, but not too much of a thing (that didn't sound right, did it?) to see "Charlie's Angels". Sorry Drew (she might read the Butch Blog, you never know. Stranger stuff has happened. I once slept for 40 minutes on a stranger's couch in St. Louis while Celtic music was blasting out a stereo decorated with beer and hockey paraphernalia.) May the force be with you. Wrong film maker, same time period (about the time when the cat that sings for Everclear was a scared white boy in a black neighborhood.) Take care. Later, Butch