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I know it’s about football or something, but I still think that headline is funny. I picture a bunch of dolphins kicking the crap out of some swimming lions… I’m easily amused, OK?

So far my thanksgiving has been pretty rad. The Biatch and I tried to find a bar that was open in central Square, but gave up and went to Chahlie’s in Hahvard Sq. The food and booze was yummy. We then saw Casino Royale, which I actually liked a lot. I’ve seen every single James Bond movie (including all the ones up to A View To a Kill like 8 times each at least), so I’m not stranger to the ups and downs, shortcomings and triumphs of the movies. This new take on things was pretty good. It starts out as Bond is first promoted to 007– you see him come up with his trademark dorky one-liners (and missed an obvious opportunity for one, which was noticeable in its absense), invent his favorite drink, see him driving a Ford rental car (until he wins a 1962 Astin Martin in a poker game). He also falls in love with this chick, which is new and different. It’s actually vaguely touching, unlike when he married Diana Rigg in the way silly On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and then she died.

James Bond is back to Being English– I was kind of hoping that the next dude would be from Northern Ireland, or Canada or New Zealand or something– so far Sean Connery was Scottish, George Lazenby was Australian, Roger Moore was English, Timothy Dalton was Welsh, and Pierce Brosnan is from Ireland. Maybe the next dude should be from the Isle of Man. Hmm.