"The DD is passed out!"

Until Someone posted a comment onto my last post I thought I had driven away all of my readers. Something about which I did have mixed feelings about, but hell I'm a right-wing Republican and so I don't give a flying &*^% about my feelings.

On a different subject, actually it is not different, I want to talk about Me. After all, this is my blog, so if you want me to talk about you, well tough luck. What I will talk about is how I miss getting drunk at Thanksgiving dinner with no consequences. Also tonight I was reminded of how bad of a cook my mother is, Turkey a little dry, canned cranberries, and green bean casserole that tasted like car tires. But the worst part about is I am DD. I mean if I do what I should be doing, then I would get a DUI. Since getting shity tonight is not an option I decided to sit down and write a post for my blog, so here I am.

The problem with this is that I have nothing to write about, except sunrise today which I will tell you about later. Because I have nothing to write about I start to think about Charlie Kaufman in Adaptation, and I am now relating to him. "Oh shit, I just wrote myself into my own blog." ... What? Its a #$!&ing blog, I'm supposed to write myself into it.

Now, about the sunrise. I was at work at 6:10 am, and the sun was coming up over downtown and the sky was all yellow, red, and orange, and this morning was unusually warm, and there was a warm autum breeze. It brought back memories about coming home from the drunk rocks during the Santa Anna Winds. But the sky! I just thought to myself, "this is pure Turner." But my double disagreed "That sky is not Turner, its Monet." There was no way I was going to lose this argument to my double. The sky was pure Turner and I was not going to back down. But before I could stand my ground someone walked into the store and ordered a Mocha. (Apologies to Waugh.)

The Age of Reason?

I will admit it. I saw the new Bridget Jones movie this week. Before you start to mock me to much though, I should mention that I did read the real book this summer. (By that I mean Pride and Prejudice. Ok, I guess that doesn't help me much.) Well although the movie was funny, really funny, it just lacked something the first one had. I could not put my finger on it. Then I read Megan Basham's review of it and she explained to me what was so wrong with the new movie. (yes I know I needed a chick to point out the essence of a chick movie to me). The article is from Nov. 15th on National Review Online (would I send you to any other site?)

Madame Bovary & Cognac

I'm wondering if I'm missing something in Madame Bovary. It seems to me there is nothing in her portail in the first third of the book that would indicate that she could become some sort of a sex kitten. I mean the chapters when she is sitting around her fathers house make her seem like a bored but also domestic woman. Then Flaubert trys to paint her a wantabe cosmo girl and it just looks forced. Its still a good book though, and the Anti-clerical Apothecary is one of my favorite Flaubert Anti-Catholisms.

I went to Applejack Liquor today. This place is about the size of a small Wal-Mart and it is all liquor, wine, and beer. I pick out a $40 bottle of Cognac that is on sale for $20 (Francois De Marange Napoleon if you must know). When I got up to the counter this clerk says I have to have an Applejack Andvantage Card to get the sale price. "What the hell is this, do I want to give Applejack Liquor my soul in the form of a two inch by three inch pice of plastic. No way in hell" I say to myself. Then reason sets in. "I do want cognac, and it is like a Vons card, but better. Because Vons has all that other stuff that I don't need like food." Thus, I walked out with a bottle of $40 cognac for only $20, and a shinny new Applejack Advantage Card.

Dan Movies

I have been told that I tend to see far too many random, indie ... for lack of a better word, sex movies. This is an accusation that has plauged me since High School. I bring this up because I have recently seen several such movies, and I wish to tell you to only see one of them. First, there was the Secretary; a truly bad movie in every sense. I didn't even get to the end, and there isn't even any crazy sex until the end (I know this because someone who did see the end told me). Next, was War Zone, don't worry if you haven't heard about it, I don't think anyone has. This is one of the darkest and most disturbing movies I have ever seen. It is also Tim Roth's Directoral Debut. I wont give any plot details, but I will tell you it has a lot to do with how incest can destroy a family. The third movie, and one which I highly recommend, is La Dolce Vita. It is also the cleanest out of the three. There is now way to give a good introduction to this movie; I can only say it is unlike any thing else. At this point I should explain why I see so many of these kind of movies. Some one will tell me about a certain movie, for the sake of argument let us call it Russian Ark, and so I get intrigued. Now about two years later I am walking around the video store and I see Russian Ark, and I think "I've been wanting to see this movie, I have not seen it yet, therefore I shall rent it and watch it." Now Russian Ark turns out to be one of the worst movies I have ever seen and I curse the fates.

On another note. My old cohorts should be proud of me, I am listening to Denver's only indie rock station right now. Three songs ago it was the violent femmes, and now it is the Japanese Beach boys.

Money, Money, Money

Does anyone know where I can get a lot of grant money really easy? I need a rich person to pay for my further education.

In other news. Did you hear about Condi? I am pleased as punch, corny saying I know, that Ms. Rice will be our new SS. Also, I was thinking that she would be a great heir to Bush. What do you think? Rice 2008?

College Students in Heat

The new novel by Tom Wolfe, I am Charlotte Simmons is about what you expect it to be. Mr. Wolfe gives us about thirty characters from a Basketball star to a flamingly gay college news reporter, a whole lot of commentary on social status, and, of course, pages and pages of descriptions of every ones cloths. What is it about this guy?, but he can talk about worn jeans, flip flops, and silk shirts for longer than you ever thought was possible. Now, just because it is what you would expect from Mr. Wolfe that is not putting the book down, rather I consider that a compliment and a recommendation. I have not finished yet but so far it is well worth the time. I should make a disclaimer though. There is a lot of sex in the book, I mean all the reviews I read mentioned this fact so I came prepared, but still there is a lot of sex is this book. So, just mention that fact to any nice naive catholic before they pick the book up. Again this is also not a negative for the book. In fact Mr. Wolfe is laughing at the Sex crazed students, and laying down some thick social critique.