I finally saw “Kill Bill.” Pretty entertaining, and every bit as violent as they say.

I am against just about every form of censorship, and I never buy it when people say that they were compelled to commit a crime by a movie they saw.

But, boy, did that film make me want to go slash some shit up with a samurai sword.

There was one movie that did influence my behavior for a while, but it was nothing violent. I just started wearing nothing but v-neck undershirts and a bathrobe and hanging out in bowling alleys drinking White Russians all day.

And there was the time I tried to start a business finding people’s lost pets. Oh, and that thing with the dungeon in my basement, and the lotion and the basket-oh, wait, never mind.

Thursday’s forecast: A national increase in sales of samurai swords, and a national decrease in fingers.