I finished a book? I mean, I finished a book! Good timing, too. I had my dad's copy of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. It was pretty damn good. I'll be able to hand deliver it to him on Sunday, having read the whole thing.
Sadly, it's the first book I've finished in something like six months. Time to get cracking again.
Hopefully, I can now bust through the last 400 pages or so of the John Adams bio before I get back and find the HBO miniseries clogged up the ol' DVR.
On to high art...
I'm so happy that Hot Fuzz is making the rounds on the pay-cable networks. Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg have really found a niche that filmgoers were sorely lacking. Their comedic takes on genres which pay respect to those genres instead of simply sending them up disrespectfully is so refreshing in this era of Fill-in-the-Genre Movie skullduggery. Personally, I think Hot Fuzz was one of the best films of last year, and better than Shaun of the Dead, which was also a damn fine movie. Their love of the action film comes through in Hot Fuzz and the allusions (I'd reflexively typed 'illusions' there--must've had Bakula on the mind... well allusions isn't really the word I wanted anyway, so I'll provide the edit myself on the site just to give you a little insight into my complex thought processes), rather, homage and inclusion of genre-defining Point Break is more than welcome, especially in light of dear Patrick's struggle with cancer. And the dude's got cancer, let him have a smoke in peace. It's not like it's lung cancer...
I'll leave you with this:
By the way, "She's Like the Wind" singer was a clue on the New York Times Friday Crossword a couple months ago, so clearly Will Shortz loves him, too.