Are you kidding. I love me some Leslie Nielson. Airplane, Naked Gun....classics! I was speaking the truth, no sarcasm. I was mentioning that as a reason why I can't listen. But Amazon has the Frank Ocean album for $3.99 so I downloaded it. For that price, if it is overrated then I am out basically nothing.
Was was awoken by my daughter dropping the MAcho MAn Randy Savage elbow on me. "DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY WAKE UP WAKE UP THE SUN'S ALMOST UP LETS SEE IF SANTAS HERE SANTA CAME HE ATE MY COOKIES AN FILLED MY STOCKING AND BROUGT ME PRESENTS I LOVE SANTA I LOVE MOMMY AND DADDY I LOVE THE WORLD etc."
Awww, Crown, that's adorable. It almost makes me want to forget her happiness is founded on lies, misplaced trust, and toxic, economy-destroying materialism.
The Godfather II was indeed better than the first. However, the first one is still incredible and one of the best films ever made. I present to you one of the best scenes from the Godfather.
I would give I the slight edge over part II, mostly because of a much better cast and its historical impact on film. However, Part II has DeNiro in his ABSOLUTE prime. He learned Italian as a second language just for the role, and hardly spoke a word on English in the film. He's just unforgettable and is only better in Raging Bull. And here's the thing: Part III is NOT a bad film, I don't care what anybody says. IT's a good movie (Andy Garcia stole the show in it) which was all but ruined because Coppolla cast his less-than-amateur daughter Sophia in the pivotal role just because she was the baby in the original. It was one of the worst performances ever seen in film, but at least she bought it at the end.
My mom got me a Nook tablet this year. Wow, wasn't expecting that. It will probably take some getting used to, but now I want to buy a shit ton of books. Dinner at my sister's boyfriend's house. Meeting his parents finally. I hope their nice. I already have a few glasses of champagne in me. This could be a fun day!
Oh balls. My mom wants to meet the boyfriend's parents. I've managed to avoid this for damn near 9 years. WHY NOW? Jesus. Hopefully she'll forget that she asked. I do not want these worlds colliding. Ugh.
It's snowing. It's actually really pretty but it's probably gping to turn to ice/force me to spend another night here.
The booze store had on sale Chateauneuf du Pape Chante Cigale, a Cotes du Rhone. Holy shit. I've never had wine this good. How the FUCK am I supposed to go back to $15-25 bottles? Goddammit. This is the best and worst day ever. Nothing will ever be right again. Cracked this thing open and I was all:
It's my favourite day of the year. Boxing Day. The cricket is about to start and I have a carton of rum sitting in the fridge, just have to finish a couple of things then it is time to escape from my witch of a sister and drink myself into oblivion. Who's coming along for the ride?
Well, shit. My gift to my lady was a new iPod, and it turns out that we're living in the Dark Ages of Mac, still running OS 10.5 - and all their new gadgets need to be set up on OS 10.6 or later. Looks like I'll be getting a new computer faster than expected!
"So what did you get for Christmas?" "Gout." Bottle of champagne, gin cocktails, bottle of Cotes Du Rhone, eggnog and brandy. Grilled quails, mussels fradiavolo con linguine (several bowls), Prime Rib, popovers, brussel sprouts and hollandaise, ginger bread, gelato, date/almond cookies, a meatball sandwich thrown in for good luck, and I'm fucking done. I just want to cry. Cry rivulets of beef grease and sweat some of this liquor out. However, a properly executed popover might be the finest thing of beauty on this planet.
Shit, man, you gotta do solo Christmas with SOME flair. I personally cracked a bottle of Jameson to go with my morning coffee and raspberry chipotle bacon, and picked up a 6-pack of Schell's Snowstorm, for the fat 2-pound ribeye about to be pan seared to perfection.