Monday (first time in a long time)
Because I fail at life, very belated happy birthdays to voleuse, zarq, mcmuffins_js, and 46and2aheadofme. Sorry I'm all lame now y'all, but I hope you had fabulous days!
For Monday entertainment, there is nothing quite like watching a national news anchor say: "You - yeah, you, FOX-news viewer. You're a fucking moron. Kisses, Bri." (Thanks to zarq for the link.)
Due, as usual, to the dilligence of phillyexpat, got tickets to see an advance screening of No Country for Old Men a week or two ago, with Josh Brolin there for Q&A afterward. Josh Brolin, by the by, whom I have adored since The Young Riders days, so I was just giddy to see him in person, even if I was further back in the theatre and not right up close. Something about him reminded me, oddly, of Christian Kane. Not that I've seen CK in person, just vid clips from cons and such, but something in the way he carried himself and the way he spoke was reminiscent.
Anyway, the movie was very good - very Cormac McCarthy, bare-to-the-bones spare. I actually hadn't known (or hadn't remembered) that it was based on a McCarthy novel going in, but when his name popped up in the end credits, it was definitely an "ah, that explains it" moment. Does a very good job of balancing sharp, dark humor with grim tension, and the writing and the actors combined do an excellent job filling out the characters without a whole lot of dialogue.
So, y'know. Go see it.
And in the rest of random update: dressed as Neil Gaiman's Death but got cockblocked at Halloween (grr); watched a Steelers game at a bar full of Browns fans, but fortunately the cute 25-year-olds were buying; reaffirmed my love for Talisker (fortunately the bartender was buying); and completely continue to love everyone on Friday Night Lights, especially Landry. (Speaking of FNL, I'm pretty sure I saw a subtitle at the end of the Mexico subplot that read "and then there was a threesome." Because, damn.)
Fly-by book rec: Captain Alatriste by Arturo Perez-Reverte. Sort of a slightly more melancholy Three Musketeers, set in mid-1600s Spain. Adventure, honor, fencing, and rude Spanish poetry. And apparently it has sequels. Woo!
. . .and that's my lunch break. *flees*
For Monday entertainment, there is nothing quite like watching a national news anchor say: "You - yeah, you, FOX-news viewer. You're a fucking moron. Kisses, Bri." (Thanks to zarq for the link.)
Due, as usual, to the dilligence of phillyexpat, got tickets to see an advance screening of No Country for Old Men a week or two ago, with Josh Brolin there for Q&A afterward. Josh Brolin, by the by, whom I have adored since The Young Riders days, so I was just giddy to see him in person, even if I was further back in the theatre and not right up close. Something about him reminded me, oddly, of Christian Kane. Not that I've seen CK in person, just vid clips from cons and such, but something in the way he carried himself and the way he spoke was reminiscent.
Anyway, the movie was very good - very Cormac McCarthy, bare-to-the-bones spare. I actually hadn't known (or hadn't remembered) that it was based on a McCarthy novel going in, but when his name popped up in the end credits, it was definitely an "ah, that explains it" moment. Does a very good job of balancing sharp, dark humor with grim tension, and the writing and the actors combined do an excellent job filling out the characters without a whole lot of dialogue.
So, y'know. Go see it.
And in the rest of random update: dressed as Neil Gaiman's Death but got cockblocked at Halloween (grr); watched a Steelers game at a bar full of Browns fans, but fortunately the cute 25-year-olds were buying; reaffirmed my love for Talisker (fortunately the bartender was buying); and completely continue to love everyone on Friday Night Lights, especially Landry. (Speaking of FNL, I'm pretty sure I saw a subtitle at the end of the Mexico subplot that read "and then there was a threesome." Because, damn.)
Fly-by book rec: Captain Alatriste by Arturo Perez-Reverte. Sort of a slightly more melancholy Three Musketeers, set in mid-1600s Spain. Adventure, honor, fencing, and rude Spanish poetry. And apparently it has sequels. Woo!
. . .and that's my lunch break. *flees*