The Next Episode, and I love Back To The Future.

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Back to the Future.
Before leaving Los Angeles, I caught an anniversary screening with a couple friends of the classic, the original, Back to the Future by Steven Spielberg.

Yes - it was even more glorious than how I remember it.

Look at those jeans!  Those Nikes!  The 4x4!  How much of a lost cause was George McFly?  Man.  But within the midst of those tapered jeans and the quips of "Great Scott!", I remembered something.  Hit me like a ton of - no, wait - hit me like a punch in the face.  ('Hit me like a ton of bricks' is getting trite, I know.)

(Future Husband, take note!)

I love movies.  I love TV.  Really.  When I was young, I wanted to BE in the movie, and meet Marty McFly, and help him on his journey to help George end up with Lorraine.  I wanted to meet Eric Matthews and hear him yell 'Feeny!' in that distressed yet lovably, enthusiastic way.  I wanted to live in Capeside with Dawson and Joey, next door to the Winslows and run into Steve Urkel, become best friends with the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, watch Patrick Swayze cut it 'a la Dirty Dancing, and make out with Leo DiCaprio's Romeo in a pool.  Or elevator. (Baz Luhrmann's version).

Movies and TV shows that make me hungry.

Hunger for certain foods. Or specific food-and-beverage venues.
Chocolat.
Waitress. I still haven't satisfied this so House of Pies has been on the brain for days.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
It Could Happen To You.
When Harry Met Sally. We'll all have what she's having.
Before Sunset. How can any European cafe not be romantic?
Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead. That footage of Julia Childs and that chocolate cake.
Out of Sight. I still haven't tried bourbon. But I still want to. And I don't drink.
Rocket Science. Sometimes, a big ol' slice of pizza is all you need.

Pushing Daisies. Visually tasty, too.
Seinfeld. Various eps. There's the one about the babka and the black-and-white cookie. Big salad. Drake's coffee cakes. Entenmann's. Junior mints. Snapple? No, thanks, I'm good. I could go on, but those are the first ones that come to mind.

And On A Completely Unrelated Note

Surprisingly, I really do like Life of Ryan. First off, it's sad that he's more articulate and has better communication skills than most guys. But all the more props to the kid - he actually TALKS to his family and friends.

And to Rob Dyrdek upon seeing him throw his furniture out of the house. You people are crazy. Honestly.

In response to seeing MTV's promos for That's Amore! This make me sick. Were there any females consulted before you cut this together? I for one, do NOT plan on tuning in to the show.