Karl Klockars

Mmmm. Maher toast.

My wife surprised me the other week when she said, “Do you know what I want to go see?”  Actually, that wasn’t the surprising part.  She says stuff like that all the time.  Here was the surprising part:  “I want to go see that Religulous movie, or whatever it’s called.”  Huh?

I was expecting something like “I want to go see The Duchess, or whatever period movie involves big wigs and tight corsets and English accents comes out this week.”  That’s what I usually hear.  And she doesn’t listen to Bill Maher’s show via podcast every week like I do, she doesn’t seem terribly anti- or pro-religion, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like assholes – which more or less eliminates Bill Maher.  I don’t know how I got so lucky – must be the exception that proves the rule.

But there we were on Saturday afternoon, wiling away 101 minutes on a beautiful Fall day, watching Maher generally sneer and chuckle his way through a film.  And I thought to myself, “This isn’t bad.  But man, it could be so much better.”  Here’s how. (more…)