Countdown to "The Departed"

3 Days and counting to the opening day of "The Departed." Ya'll know why I care and why my life revolves around it right now. For some reason it's times like these I miss having a subscription to "Film Comment," that oh so intelligent film magazine whose writers really know how to use their thesauruses. I desperately need to read a "Departed" article that uses words like "dialectical" and phrases like "viscercal stream of human misery." Yes, yes, sweet film criticism: unleash your incisive, scholarly ways onto Martin Scorese...one more time, for old times sake.



I briefly contemplated skipping work to go see the first showing, but Friday is the day I have to move across the street to the Deckhouse for my new Customer 1st position. Hurray for relocation, Boo for not being able to skip work.

I want to blog more on "United 93," by far my most extreme movie experience in the past 5 years. That really deserves a whole blog of its own. If I were still writing for "The Observer," it'd a fucking 2-page feature, biatches. Wow, "biatches" should never be used again. EVER.

The point is, I watched "United 93," it crushed me under the weight of its emotional impact, and it is the best film of 2006. 5/5. (up from 4.5 because why the fuck not?)

Hurray for Notre Dame's victories at MSU and Purdue. I'm still fed up with our lack of running game; it puts too much pressure on Quinn and our receivers, and any defense worth its weight can read us like a book. But wins are wins are wins are wins are wins...

My fish are doing well...except one died a month or so ago to the "common cold" of fish diseases: Ick. Poor Linus, my male black molly. His female companion, Lulu, has become a lot more aggressive these past few weeks, ramming into the gold Platys whenever she can. I have to research this.



The one on the right is dead.

The new Decemberists album came out today. I iTunes'd it, and will post my thoughts oh, 6 months from now.

My follow-up discussion with HR about my pay raise is this coming Monday. I will steal good advice from my Dad over the weekend and kick the hell out the conversation and get what I want, goddamnit. "H this R!" I'll say, and then they'll give me ten-thousand dollars.

I watched "Friday Night Lights" tonight...the tv show version of the movie or whatever. It was really effin good for a network pilot starring that guy from "Early Edition" who people say could be my heavier, older, more attractive brother.



I don't see the resemblance.

The cheesy plot turns at the end of this episode would've wrecked most shows in my eyes, but the docu-style directing and sturdy acting save it. An encore airs Wednesday night.

A new season of "Lost" starts Wednesday. Lori and I have been watching Season 2 on DVD. I like it a lot more now, mainly because I can fall asleep during all the Hurley episodes without worrying about missing key plot elements. I pray for his death.

And on that note, I good you bid evening.