So my Criminal Law professor (wow, it is still so surreal I will not directly speak about it yet, perhaps later) made a prediction that Michael Vick will get one year and one day as a prison term for his “conspiracy” acts. It seems there is a whole formula judges use to determine prison sentences for criminal cases. This got me to thinking, no not about the law which in fact, is all I should be thinking about for the few years, but about entrepreneurial gigs aka gambling. People can gamble on anything, why not have some odds going on projected prison terms of high-profile cases? Or am I behind the times and bookmakers have been doing this for some time. seriously, who would have thought Paris Hilton would have had to serve that many days or OJ would be acquitted? (By the way I find it appalling that he was asked to leave a public restaurant this year in Kentucky. Ridiculous, judgmental behavior on the owner’s part.) It really is something to consider.

By the way I need to mention that a frequent guest reviewer on “At the Movies”, Robert Willonsky, makes Roeper look like the less strong of the two. I am of the opinion that he should get a permanent position on the show as he is eloquent, has a very good speaking voice being somewhat deep, strong and clear, projects a sense of humor (probably sarcastic in real life), and is TV “likable”. Oh yeah, and he knows a thing or two about movies. Roeper should fear him.

I confess to being a sweater, a producer of perspiration. And at times I suffer from the phenomenon of a sweat breakthrough. If you have experienced this particular event, then you know what I mean. Let me explain. Imagine a very hot day, easy to do if you are reading around the date shown above. I head out to my black car which has been sitting out in the sun all day. I sit down in the driver’s seat. I close the door. And WHAM! The air is so heavy and hot, it feels like I am suffocating on chunks of it. And in that very first second I feel all the pores in my forehead open up and unleash drops of sweat simultaneously, immediately and heavily, as if it was a timed, sprinkler system set to go off once it hears the car door slam shut.

It is this occurrence which always makes me think of the PLAY-DOH toy where you fill the plastic person with the clay and then churn out PLAY-DOH hair. I always picture the hair as red, not sure why. It’s like my sweat pours out so swiftly and uniformly I am reminded of these PLAY-DOH toys.

I do not think I have ever been in the vicinity of a can of PLAY-DOH and not smelled it. Must smell the PLAY-DOH. Gee, your PLAY-DOH hair smells terrific.