it breaks my heart
A fucking Scott Pilgrim movie. Seriously? That is nonsense. Scott Pilgrim takes advantage of the format it's in. For example, there is a scene in which the protagonist and antagonist(-proxy) enter a dollar store to fight to the death. One panel later, they are shown armed with weaponry they have built from junk found inside. Three panels later the dollar store blows up. This does not translate to film. Fuck filming Scott Pilgrim. A comics movie has not been good since X-Men 2, and an indie comic movie has never been good (I ignore Ghost World because the comic was, to start with, complete shit, and I hate Daniel Clowes so so so fucking much oh my god. As mentioned in a recent conversation with Comic-Book-Store Guy, we are tired of hearing of indie comic artists' sex lives, even if, in Clowes' case, it is mostly through Freudian metaphor. FUCK Daniel Clowes.)
Anyway. I got a fellowship to the University of Illinois Champaign-Urbana, and an offer from the professor with whom I spent an excited half-hour gesticulating over the taste profile of cilantro to be my adviser. This makes it 90% likely that I will be in Champaign-Urbana next year. Jesus. The midwest. I thought I had been over this.
I made up a new drink for all of you. Actually, I made it up for myself, and that is why I am volubly angry at not very much tonight. Actually, I came home, had curried cauliflower and chickpeas, and cleaned the apartment, so it was an excellent night. But anger is more fun to write. Anyway. Drink:
1.5 oz bourbon
1 oz Stone's Ginger Cordial
1 oz clementine (or blood orange) juice
Shake over ice, strain into rocks glass. Twist lemon zest over and drop in. Drink. Sigh.
Anyway. I got a fellowship to the University of Illinois Champaign-Urbana, and an offer from the professor with whom I spent an excited half-hour gesticulating over the taste profile of cilantro to be my adviser. This makes it 90% likely that I will be in Champaign-Urbana next year. Jesus. The midwest. I thought I had been over this.
I made up a new drink for all of you. Actually, I made it up for myself, and that is why I am volubly angry at not very much tonight. Actually, I came home, had curried cauliflower and chickpeas, and cleaned the apartment, so it was an excellent night. But anger is more fun to write. Anyway. Drink:
1.5 oz bourbon
1 oz Stone's Ginger Cordial
1 oz clementine (or blood orange) juice
Shake over ice, strain into rocks glass. Twist lemon zest over and drop in. Drink. Sigh.