Yeah, it IS all his fault

So I said I might forgive Robert Rodriguez for all the Spy Kids movies he's inflicted us after seeing Sin City. And I'm inclined to, since I really liked Sin City.

But then I read the sidebar on "The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl in 3-D" in Entertainment Weekly's Summer Movie Preview issue.

Allow me to share this brief excerpt:

ROBERT One day, I was asking the kids what they dreamed about the previous night. [To Racer] What did you say?
RACER Milk.
ROBERT So there's a scene where they go to the Land of Milk and Cookies. Then I thought they should go to a cool planet. I had just introduced him to drooling — like, when you like something, you drool? So we thought —
RACER Planet Drool.

Disgust at the thought that they're paying him a lot of money for ideas like this was followed quickly by depression at the thought of all the story ideas I've got sitting on my computer that I've never done anything with, because I'm "too busy," "too tired," or simply too lazy.

And, while I can't blame Rodriguez for my busy/tired/lazy ass, I am not forgiving him for anything.