Very exciting fight, but I should admit that I only watched about 3/5 of it -- the other 2/5 was spent checking out the black lady in the crowd who kept standing up to cheer Taylor in her 1966 Catwoman outfit. Slinky. Always hot, even if the lady was wrong as two left shoes on who was to win.
(Sent on the phone from the living room, while Berto & Estrada pummel each other.)
By request, here is The History of Little Man's Names:
Little Man was found under a porch in Philadelphia; the family who lived above him was clearly insane and didn't take him in immediately. They did not bother to name him anything, which underlines the fact that not only were they assholes, they were insane, too.
When Little Man was at the pound, the staff named him "Statesman" -- clearly they too were insane.
When my sister foster-ownered him, she, her friends and my mother came up with the following names for him:
So they were all clearly deranged as well.
When Little Man adopted me, I only had to look at him closely once to realize, hey, this cat's name is Little Man. The two thalidomide Wayans brothers stole the name from us, for which Little Man plans to sue them into jail, someday.
one of the most romantical in film history. It generally doesn't work
well at all if you faithfully recreate it with your lady, however --
but if you ever find a woman who's actually wooed by you and she
eating spaghetti with just your faces in an alley -- you being
bare-assed naked and she wearing nothing but a dog collar -- while two
depraved Italians bellow at you, well, you marry that woman
(Written on the Treo at 9:15am on 9/11/07, sent at 2am the next day because I was roaming at my sister's house and forgot about this until now.)