Oliver Cromwell can kiss my swinging Emerald Scrotum

The Departed happened to be available from my favorite place to get movies-the Video Bin- today. That was fortuitous. There's something like 350 reserves on that movie at the library. If it hadn't happened to be available at the Bin-well, I might never have been able to see it. Lucky, lucky me. It's usually pretty hard to get ahold of the Best Picture from a small place so soon after the Oscars.
If you're the squeamish sort, don't bother. To me, it was Scorsese from first scene to last. Well, obviously. What I mean to say is that it's not a huge departure from what you expect from a Martin Scorsese. The good guys are bad. The bad guys are good. The soundtrack is fantastic and ironic. Violence is constant and numbing. But, all things being equal, it's a serious mind fuck of a movie. The actors are amazing. Leo and Matt (cuz we're friends) are intense from the first scene to the last. And it's seasonally appropriate, since everyone's Irish and most of them are cops or in the mob. A lot like life.
That's a recommendation. I write shit reviews. It's why I'm not working as the paper as the movie critic. That and a lot of other reasons.
I want to see that new Adam Sandler movie. It looks good.
There was some hilarious wank in the House fandom. It's been awhile since we got anything really good. Mostly the comms are so policed that everyone is forced into politeness. That's nice because the stupid is kept to a minimum. But dammit-I like stupid sometimes. It makes me feel superior.
With that in mind I give you house_md_news on LJ from 14 March 07:
Check out the links under 'Capslockery' for the LOLZ
ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS GROW A PAIR OR GET OFF THE INTERWEBZ!!!1 DAMMIT!!!

Meanwhile, Stephen Colbert is talking about St. Patrick's Day. He made Jimmy dress like a Leprachan and now he's saying that science is telling us that the Irish and English are the same people. He's been drinking all day, trying to cope with that. I'm with him. 90% of Irish identity is based on hating the English. I love Stephen Colbert. He just mocked people that make St. Patrick's day into a Minstrel Show and mocked the Irish that take it too seriously. Thank you, Stephen Colbert.

That being as may be-on Saturday I have to work with Mr. Nice. The man with one adjective. I hate him. I hate-y hate hate him. Based entirely on the content of his charactr. His character is that of an asshole. A lazy asshole. And not good lazy like me. The bad lazy that doesn't actually do anything. I just know he's going to show up on Saturday-my favorite g-ddamn holiday-dressed in green and spouting off about the luck o' the Irish and pots o' gold. Oh-and I get to work with the Bitch too. She's going to be opening the building and covering lunches. Thanks for doing everything within your power to ruin my favorite day of the year dickheads. Their personalities just long to piss me off all day Saturday (they've never failed to do so before-why stop now?) Why is everything so unfair?!?!? WAAAAAA!!!!

I KNOW!!! I'll show up to work hung over and reeking of the pint, a fag in my mouth, a bottle of Jamesons in my hand, my iPod programmed to play nothing but Black 47, Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly and Danny Boy every third song and an itch to fight. If we're going to embrace stereotypes I'm going to go for the fun ones. Fuck yeah. I went to a wedding last week. I beat up my mom. She beat me up. It was great. I love my mom.