Thoughts borne of jet-lag furor and/or misery:

Useless notes:

• I really, really need Miley Cyrus and the Mountain Goats to collaborate on a project. What about The Green Palm Tree, a searing follow-up to The Black Pear Tree? Miley and John Darnielle of the Goats both have music defined by their really nasal vocal flourishes. In fact, I’m going to push for this as my Big Project of 2010, until I find something else to push.

• So I saw Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium the other day. It was half-shit and half-good, making it completely mediocre. But maybe I wasn’t its intended audience.

• I also saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall on the airplane on my flight back from Amsterdam, because I love Kristen Bell so much. Despite liking it, I found myself thinking Really? Like, Really, Jason Segel, you’re pushing 30 and so far up your own poop-chute that you think getting randomly dumped is, like, The Worst Thing Ever? Just eat some Mint Milanos, drink four bottles of wine, some scotch, maybe some absinthe, and sleep it off like the rest of us would. On the plus side, I think that Mila Kunis and Kristen Bell need a movie where them sparring is the centerpiece. Both were so underused in FSM.

• Then I decided to watch Funny People to really complete what was a scary dip in the Bad Bromance Pool of Horrors on that transatlantic flight. Which really brought the best out of Adam Sandler. And also made sense of the phrases, “Needed some heavy editing for length,” and “Unfocused.” I do think people talking about Sandler getting an Oscar nod for FP are a bit misguided. Because that nomination clearly goes to JGL for 500 Days of Summer. Clearly.

• Time for breakfast.