Consider this another in a series of tributes to Larry King, the columnist who gets away with brief thoughts and half-coherent ramblings every Monday in USA Today.

The Monkey-Thon has received its first legal threat from a big corporation! Wow! The people at Premiere aren’t to happy about a Monkey-Thon page urging people to cancel their subscriptions to said magazine. (No word on the level of happiness they have in knowing that their bosses are complete weasel jerks.) I have a feeling there’s more to come in this legal skirmish. You’ll be the first to know.

If techno music isn’t the next big thing, it won’t be for lack of trying on the part of the Virgin Records MegaStore. They’ve restocked whole sections with techno, drum and bass, dance, house, trance, ambient, and other forms of modern electronic music. It was a bit jarring, at first, but if there’s money to be made …

Do you see movies more than once in the theater? I recently went for second showings of "Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion," "Grosse Pointe Blank," "Swingers," and "Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery." What do these four movies have in common? They’re all damn funny, they all have bitchin’ soundtracks, and they all feature characters you’d like to hang out with.

I dreamt my own, full-length version of The Lost World: Jurassic Park last night. Very odd. Even though I would wake up now and again, when I went back to sleep, the "movie" would pick up again. Mind you, I haven’t seen the film yet – this was just my subconscious providing me with a very long and detailed version of it. Memo to Universal Pictures Marketing Department: Okay, you can stop now.

Speaking of The Lost World, it will not be showing at Mann’s Chinese Theater. It’s going to the Hollywood Galaxy Theater down the street. What the hell happened there? Mann’s Chinese is, well, Grauman’s Chinese renamed for corporate reasons. The Hollywood Galaxy is more of a souped-up shopping mall theater, by comparison.

Speaking of shopping mall theaters (transitions, baby!), my second dose of "Swingers" came tonight at the Beverly Center. God’s honest truth, there couldn’t have been more than 35 seats in this "theater." It was more a glorified screening room. As each person entered (and for a 10:15 show on a Sunday night, there were a fair amount of people on hand), you could hear stifled laughter as they realized they would be sharing personal space in this theater which was on par with what you would expect aboard an airliner; small, cramped seating, no leg room, and a screen the size of your TV. I think Speilberg has a bigger screening room … at his summer home.

Speaking of summer homes … oh, never mind.