Here I sit with call numbers tantalizingly arranged on post-its before me and about 20 minutes before I can go to the library. Lord. I've been sitting here playing Bejeweled for so long, I fear that if the phone does ring, I will have forgotten how to speak. My grandmother always said: Only boring people get bored. Probably true.

So I saw this movie last week called Pauline at the Beach (Pauline a la Plage), which appeared to satisfy the 4 Criteria of Em-proofery:

1. A beach
2. in France
3. populated by some kids
4. who are learning about this thing called "la vie"

To my dismay, the beach was pretty drab, the frenchiness came mostly in the form of casual breast exposure, and the movie was a bunch of silly conversations about love between three adults who had not a spark of chemistry (...correction. The two guys could have made it work, but it wasn't that kind of story.) Anyway, we looked it up on the interweb, and found rave reviews. As a person who tends to enjoy things that others say are lame, I'm confused.