where's fluffy?

Oh. Right. Right here in this movie. I mean, this movie is fluffy, like cheez whiz.

I'm embarrassed to admit that I just watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and kind of liked it. Even though I know it's a really terrible movie - Hershey's kisses instead of Godiva truffles. And even though I know that my 15-year-old niece also probably saw it at some point and also liked it. It is so her; I'm willing to bet that she has a huge crush on Michael Cera, whose character, Nick, is sort of the John Cusak/Lloyd Dobler of this generation as far as I can gauge from Juno and Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist.

Me to myself as the credits roll: Sucker. I am so lame.