Today is my dad's birthday! Happy birthday, dad! We were going over to have hamburgers and hang out, but apparently he and my stepmom are both quite sick with a cold and the flu. So our party is postponed to next Sunday.
Apparently there's something else going on today, but I don't care about baseball…
Yesterday morning I watched Secret Agent Super Dragon, a 60's era James Bond copycat movie that was way worse than the original. Secret Agent Super Dragon practices yoga, which is how he later averts death when he's thrown into a river. SASD is investigating murders and other strange happenings around a town in Michigan when the trail leads him to a girl in Amsterdam, who later also mysteriously dies, just after telling him about the drug the bad guys are testing on people. SASD sneaks in to the bad guy's hideout with the help of Baby Face (on a special work release from Sing Sing). The movie's poorly filmed, poorly acted, and was probably poorly watched in its day—a perfect candidate for MST3K. I give it seven empty seats because I can't think of any other rating right now.