For some reason, this struck me as a hilarious heading when I thought it up. It appears I was mistaken.
First: thanks so much for the comments! I love getting them. Sometimes, when I feel like I can’t write another word I’ll get a comment like the one from melrose plant and will be invigorated to keep going. Thanks also to Anonymous and Ginger, my friend S.D. and of course, Maggie!
But back to business and the report on stuff. So here goes…
Went to see Casino Royale on Friday. It is the first movie I’ve gone to see in a theatre in months. After fifteen minutes of commercials (uniformly grating) and twenty minutes of trailers for crap upcoming movies, I realized why I’ve found it so easy to stay away. I rent my favourite TV shows on DVD in order to spare myself commercials and previews. Why would I pay $10 for the privilege of watching them on the large screen? It used to be the heavily buttered popcorn made up for it, but since I’ve started going to the theatre just to get popcorn, that argument no longer holds.
But back to Bond. James Bond. As the reviews promised, Daniel Craig made an excellent Bond. He was halfway between hilarious and hot. His uber buff bod and fierce yet sticky-out-y lips reminded me of, in equal parts, a British Secret Agent, a soccer hooligan and a monkey. If you don’t believe me, watch him in the scene near the end when he’s sitting on his sailboat with his bare feet perched on the edge of the boat. I half expected him to lift a foot to scratch behind his slightly protruding ear at any moment. The number of running and jumping and hanging off high objects stunts did nothing to remove the primate impression.
That said, he was dynamite in a suit and has marvelous, penetrating blue eyes (like many British Secret Agents) and was fascinatingly volatile (like most soccer hooligans). Nicely played, Craig. Nicely played.
In other news, no one called to ask my opinion about who should win the Liberal Leadership Race. I have always wanted to be polled about politics. Alas, even the regular telemarketers usually disqualify me in the first few questions.
“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m conducting a poll. It will only take a few moments.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Do you smoke?”
“No.”
“Thank you for your time.”
Click.
Hmmfff.
When I was in university they hung up on me because my household income was too low.
Anyway, the Liberal Leadership Convention is over and since no one bothered to ask, I’d like to volunteer the information that I am a single-issue voter these days and my vote is up for grabs. My single issue: the environment, the environment, the environment.
I know the Libs didn’t do anything other than make promises the last time they were in power, but I have hopes that the new Leader, Stephan Dion, will change that. He was unable to accomplish much during his short tenure as Environment Minister, but I’d imagine that’s because his government was short-lived and hampered by their lack of power. Mr. Dion wasn’t my first choice, but I’m willing to give anyone who names their dog Kyoto the benefit of the doubt.
That’s it then. My report on stuff. And now back to your regular programming.