Amazing how this blog, moribund for so long, has been revitalized with the nigh-ness of the holiday season. That and the fact that I've no desire to tackle the crap work sitting on my desk right now, its very prescence like a bleak harbringer of doom.
After viewing back to back installments of the Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended editions, no less), I'm finding it difficult to relate to the world in non-Middle Earth terms. For instance, I was earlier contemplating how awesome it would be to send a meal back at a restaurant with the instructions to "cast this back into the kitchen from whence it came". Or something.
I also can't wait for "RotK" to come out, if for no other reason than it'll stomp the truly Godawful-looking "Mona Lisa Smile" into celluloid mush. Seriously, I expect that kind of trite, mass-market, focus-grouped to death paplum from Roberts and Stiles, but Maggie G.? Say it ain't so.
Maybe I'll go see "The Last Samurai" this week (samurai being almost as cool as wizards) or perhaps the Coen brothers-produced "Bad Santa". I thought Billy Bob Thornton was the best thing about "Intolerable Cruelty" and I'm sure as shit not gonna pass up a chance to see Lauren Graham play a sex kitten.
The U.S. Secret Service is looking into a alleged Eminem lyric to determine if it constitutes a threat to Semi-President Bush.
NME Hmm. Someone should keep an eye on Fiddy.
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