Naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other...

I finally have access to the computer (some kid pulled the fire alarm in our building last night, but that's another post), I think it's safe to assume you know how incredibly sad I was to hear about John Hughes' passing.



I doubt anyone else comes close to being responsible for so many of the movies I've seen so many times. From an early age to this day, I still watch many of his films repeatedly throughout each year. My sisters, friends and I quote them endlessly.



It is impossible to say which is my favorite, they all take turns. Hell, I have a hard time even choosing just one picture.













I know he didn't direct Pretty In Pink, but he did write and executive produce, and that's clearly where it was at.



Even when he was associated with films I wasn't as crazy about, the writing still often had its moments.




Somehow, I don't think I ever did see Weird Science. Bet you know what's moving to the top of my queue!



I was also sure the above-the-fold story on the New York Times would doubtless be Sotomayor's confirmation, but thanks to Alex for showing me he did indeed make the cut.

He may not have directed since 1991, but it goes without saying what a saddening loss it is.