So, ladies and germs, things are not optimal chez Xtin at the moment. The new year has failed to live up to its New Start, New Me promises and so Pluvialis and I have agreed to plump for the Chinese New Year, which will be one of the Rat. Bringer of material wealth but also pestilence and death. Excellent. Better to be rich and poxy than poor and sterile, I always say.
I, did, however, laugh out loud a minute ago upon discovering that the title of the new Bond flick is: Quantum of Solace.
Um ... what?
Bwahahahaha! Oh, that is just so magically, operatically bad. It is bad like mayonnaise is good. It is bad like novelty socks with an expensive suit. Bad like salesmen who say "utilise" and "my colleague and myself" a lot. So expansively, generously, exhilaratingly bad.
God, I fucking love it.
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Neither a particle nor a wave? You can know where the solace is, but not how much of it is available (or vice-versa)? Oh, what the hell - if it's half as good as Casino Royale, I'm in.
Solace increases not linearly, but in quantized packets?
Doc, I'm so in. (The surpassing hotness of Signor Craig notwithstanding).
...and I guessed wrong in thinking that it was something made up by someone other than Ian Fleming (at least to the extent Wikipedia can be trusted).
My cat's breath smells like cat food.
What the hell is that?!
I'll say this: it's a gazillion times better than "The Phantom Menace," and as long as Daniel Craig is Bond, I will enjoy it.
I was reading the AP wire yesterday when the news came out and I burst out laughing at the Harry Potterishness of it all. James Bond and the Quantum of Solace. James Bond and the Epoch of Gratitude James Bond and the Quarter-Moon Boulangerie.
Um, we went on for quite some time.
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