When I got out of my car in front of the Funky Carter offices this morning, there was a strange scent in the air that I couldn’t place. After a few moments of standing there sniffing, I realized it smelled strongly of anise. Why? I do not know.
Must be time for some Monday Randomness.
1. I hope you all had good Thanksgivings — and hopefully a few days off in which you relaxed and/or partied. I was disheartened to discover that there was not, in fact, a Match Game marathon this year (it was Family Feud; bah), but maybe the marathon actually aired on Christmas last year and I’m just getting holidays confused in my old age.
On the plus side, however, there was an all day marathon of Rock of Love on VH-1, so all was not lost. Seriously, though, it disturbs me how easily I get sucked into that show — and I Love New York, for that matter — when I pride myself on being too cool for TV. It really is a good thing I don’t have cable. Who knows what kind of crap I might get addicted to?
2. My mom and I bucked tradition this year and not only went to a movie Thursday night, but Wednesday night as well. Wednesday we saw American Gangster, which was highly entertaining, although not entirely groundbreaking. It was like a pastiche of Serpico, The French Connection, Scarface, Goodfellas, and just about every other crime/gangster/cop drama of the last thirty years. I must confess that even though I find Russell Crowe to be a massive twat, this is the second movie in the last couple months (3:10 to Yuma being the other one) that I’ve really enjoyed him in. Hell, I don’t know, maybe I’ve got him all wrong. Maybe that hotel clerk was asking to have a phone chucked at his head.
3. Thanksgiving night we went to see the new Coen brothers movie No Country for Old Men, and several days later, I’m still thinking about. The less you know about it going in the better, but suffice it to say it’s incredibly well made, very suspenseful, and graphically violent (I know, such cheery holiday viewing). It also has one of the bleakest endings I can remember, which I’m still somewhat unsettled about, but I’m now dying to read the Cormac McCarthy novel on which the movie is based, and I can’t wait to go see it again, so I guess that means I liked it.
Seriously, though, I’m going to have nightmares every time I see Javier Bardem now. Yeesh.
4. Continuing in a cinematic vein, there was an article on Boston.com yesterday about the tenth anniversary of Good Will Hunting which got me feeling kind of weird and sentimental. Not because the movie holds some special place in my heart, but because the realization that it is ten years old made me feel incredibly ancient. And it brought me back to a very innocent, very hopeful time in my life. It’s funny the odd things that can trigger strong memories.
5. On a happier (and appropriately random) note, I was pleased to discover a box of white chocolate hot cocoa from a year ago sitting in the back of the kitchen cabinet this morning. It was like finding money in your pocket, only better, because hi: white chocolate. Mmm. I just downed a mug whilst typing this up and damn if it isn’t a nice way to start the morning. Or in my case, end it.
And on that note, enjoy your day, because I’m done. Goodnight, sweet readers.