Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. I like the holiday, because I adore turkey and mashed potatoes, but otherwise it’s just another day — albeit one that I don’t have to work. So yeah, I guess I really dig Thanksgiving because of that. I didn’t get any extra days off, per se . . . but I worked half-days on Wednesday and Friday, out by noon, so I guess I should shut my fucking mouth and stop complaining.

It’s been a good few days. Just got back from Nate’s a bit ago. He, his girlfriend Michelle, and myself did some shopping (I got two shirts at Target!), then went back to his house and watched the newly purchased The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift. It was enjoyable, in that corny sort of way the franchise is known for. The cars were sweet, and, of course, it didn’t have the most awkward-looking actor in Hollywood in it: Paul “Bro” Walker.

Speaking of movies, I also saw the new Bond movie earlier in the week. Casino Royale is for the most part a really cool movie. Daniel Craig makes a badass James Bond, though I’ll have to see what he’s like in at least another Bond movie before I can proclaim him my favorite. He’s a much more detached character, playing Bond early in his 007 career. Much less smooth and suave, a little more hard-nosed; by the end of the movie, however, you see the beginnings of the slow transformation into a Sean Connery-esque secret agent. The film itself, though a tad overlong, did a good job of setting the stage for some of the familiar Bond tropes: like why he’s such a goddamn womanizer and why he wears tuxedos. The movie’s worth seeing solely for the excellent foot chase that occurs towards the beginning. I saw it and I went, “Damn.”

Time to go pound away at Vengeance Interruptus a little more before bed.

JAB