Some of the movies on very late night television this week have just been too tempting to miss. I end up watching them and ignoring the poor old Internets. Now broad daylight has arrived and I've gotten nothing done, other than to finally have seen "Pink Flamingos" something like a third of a century after it came out, and to have seen "The Barefoot Contessa" for something like the fifth time. Can't sleep, cable is eating me.