Since when did James Bond develop turkey neck? No really, I’d like to know. Because while Pierce Brosnan was quite the stone fox a decade and half ago, he’s got a serious gobbler wattle going on in Die Another Day that I just wasn’t prepared to see. Gah! MY EYES!
In other words, we got around to watching Die Another Day. And we were not impressed.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect a lot from Bond movies. I mean, hi, they are BOND movies. There’s the main character—the quintessential ladies man—which I never got because most of the Bonds (except for Connery) were rather pantywaistyish for my tastes, there are the cars, the gadgets, the wretched villains, and—of course—the parade of jiggling females with names like Pussy Galore and Christmas Jones that are invariably worked into some clunker of a joke.
We’re not talking cerebral movies here. But Die Another Day was stupid even for Bond standards. I think I became dumber being in the same room with it. We sent it back as soon as we were done watching it—and yes, we did watch all the way through, hoping it would get better (see, I told you that you get dumber sharing real estate with it), but to no avail. Oh and the second Bond babe in this moive, Ms. Frost? I think she may have been a little bit wall-eyed, because I swear her eyes were looking off in two different directions in a couple of scenes. Scary.
But enough about the deterioration of Bond movies. This weekend was utterly fabulous weather-wise. Fall is about, people! It is cool at night and pleasantly warm (not 400 degrees anymore, woot woot!) during the day. You look for excuses to be outside: walking, biking, pissing in the neighbor’s yard—that sort of thing. In between checking on my mother’s two cats, I spent a good bit of it outside reading and enjoying the lovely weather.
The weekend was actually quite relaxing: I did some baking and shopping and reading, and then headed over to SweetP’s place where he fed me and a small group of other lucky folk. I’ve missed the dinner party where someone else cooks. We have dinner parties in our neck of the woods, but it is usually Hellbilly and I doing the cooking and the cleaning. This was a welcome respite.
On Sunday, I finished The Dark Tower. Oh, huzzah. I could wax rhapsodic about the ending for hours, but I don’t want to ruin it for people who haven’t gotten around to reading it. I will simply say that it ended as it should have and I am very happy with that ending. I’ve read and heard comments from other readers who thought it a terrible ending, but it felt right to me and I am not disappointed in the slightest. I read Dune, people. THAT is disappointment.
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Currently reading: The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse. I’m not entirely sure what to think of this book. I thought I’d like it. I thought it would be funny. Right now, all I can come to is meh.
Watching: Veronica Mars and Lost this week. And we got Taking Lives so maybe that too.
Listening to: Velvet Revolver and Michael Buble.