By the time I watched Ratatouille, I was tired and grumpy. I wasn't in the mood to listen, watch, talk or do much of anything. My lack of sleep had caught up to me. Dad and the Observer called. I tried to conceal my grumpiness, but I think they knew I wasn't all that happy. Ratatouille seemed cute, but I think I would appreciate it more if I watched it when I have more energy. The voice of Remy, the main character, was a mystery that plagued me the entire film. I am curious as to how long it will be before the actor's voice comes to me. It's a twenty-something, popular funny man. That much I know. Don't tell me! The answer my friend is blowing in the dwindling summer breeze. The guy's name will blow my way. I just have to be patient.