Light fare today. I went to Casino Royale last night. Good movie, but long. Fully modernized: spy-like use of cell phones; siliconed women; hard-body Bonds; Texas Hold 'Em, not Baccarat; Terrorists, not Kremlin agents; M a female, not male. If I had to do it over, I'd probably wait for it to come out on DVD, but I'm glad I went. I got to bed later than usual, though, so I don't have as much time for blogging this morning.
Most Mondays are hard, but not this one. Today kicks off one of the best weeks of the year. The office is closed Thursday and Friday. I'm not working Wednesday. I end up working for a fifth of the week, drinking for a fifth of it (don't take that too seriously), eating for a fifth of it, studying for a fifth of it, and relaxing for a fifth of it. As a kid, Thanksgiving is your least favorite holiday. As an adult, it shoots up to second or third.
Looking for that special present for your little body mutilator? Go here and buy him a pretend tattoo gun. It has everything he'll need to get a jump on trashy living:
Open up your very own pretend play tattoo parlor. This easy-to-use tattoo maker kit includes an electronic tattoo pen and funky stencils. Using soft, safe pulsating action, the tattoo pen creates realistic, washable designs with dramatic effects. Requires two AA batteries (not included).
In case you're not busy on December 22nd: The Global Orgasm for Peace was conceived by Donna Sheehan, 76, and Paul Reffell, 55, whose immodest goal is for everyone in the world to have an orgasm Dec. 22 while focusing on world peace." Note their ages: The older folks just can't stop equating peace and love with sex. It's so, how to put this, Austin Powerish, but they simply don't see it.
That's it for now. I'll close with a random observation from Orwell's Burmese Days: "Most people can be at ease in a foreign country only when they are disparaging the inhabitants."
