"Break me a fucking give"

Darth Tater.
Originally uploaded by swarthbore.

So it's been a while since my last update - sorry about that. Things have been pretty crazy around here. Amongst other things, I lost more money than I should have playing roulette in Atlantic City, thrilled myself retarded at Six Flags, and went on a booze crooze that proved to me once and for all that no amount of liquor can make Camden NJ seem "scenic."

Quick note about Six Flags: Kingda Ka, the "tallest, fastes roller coaster in the world" was, luckily, not open that day. The reason was that it can't run when there is ANY threat of rain because, apparently, at 140 mph a drop of rain can cause "painful welts." I am NEVER riding that goddamned thing EVER. HELL NO.

So there's so much to report. Tomorrow I'll probably do the entry on "The Stand" which I've been dying to do since Sunday, when Brian and I inexplicably watched the entire 6 hour movie in one sitting. Insanity.



I do just quickly want to draw your attention to the New Yorker review of Revenge of the Sith, which is just fantastically bitchy. I love bitchy movie reviews. Some excerpts:

Mind you, how Padmé got pregnant is anybody’s guess, although I’m prepared to wager that it involved Anakin nipping into a broom closet with a warm glass jar and a copy of Ewok Babes. After all, the Lucasian universe is drained of all reference to bodily functions. Nobody ingests or excretes. Language remains unblue. Smoking and cursing are out of bounds, as is drunkenness, although personally I wouldn’t go near the place without a hip flask.

No, the one who gets me is Yoda. May I take the opportunity to enter a brief plea in favor of his extermination? Any educated moviegoer would know what to do, having watched that helpful sequence in “Gremlins” when a small, sage-colored beastie is fed into an electric blender... “Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose,” he says. Hold on, Kermit, run that past me one more time. If you ever got laid (admittedly a long shot, unless we can dig you up some undiscerning alien hottie with a name like Jar Jar Gabor), and spawned a brood of Yodettes, are you saying that you’d leave them behind at the first sniff of danger? Also, while we’re here, what’s with the screwy syntax? Deepest mind in the galaxy, apparently, and you still express yourself like a day-tripper with a dog-eared phrase book. “I hope right you are.” Break me a fucking give.

Also, be sure not to miss this.