"I work for the British government."

Fuck college. I'm going to be James Bond when I grow up.

In case you couldn't tell, Casino Royale kicked all the ass I hoped it would. The opening sequence itself made me want to touch myself in the bad place. (Instead of naked women, men in suits fighting. It's like Christmas come early!) Daniel Craig has the bluest eyes this side of Hugh Laurie. I'm convinced he had to be wearing color-enhancing contacts or eye drops or something--those things were Day-Glo.

Seriously: characterization--impeccable, actually gives a vista of how Bond became the way he was in the other twenty movies, and quite nicely done. Highly recommended, even for Bond Virgins. And you get to watch stuff get blown up if you're not one for the finer points of cinema. Lots of stuff. Aside from that, it is, bar none, one of the best Bond films to date, if not my new favorite--as much as GoldenEye will always have a place in my heart, I know deep down it's pretty campy and pulpy in comparison.

Instead of watching the episodes of House I missed, I should be doing homework.

Oh, and sending out emails inquiring about internships. Uh.

( And, oh, who wouldn't predict this one? If not The Magician. )