booze, books, and bond

Well I had a semi-restful weekend, going up to camp with the pooch on Friday night. Caught up on some reading, did some work on the camp.

That was fun and all, but come Saturday night I was feeling a bit restless. So I travelled back to town and went out to Woodman's and the Blues Club. Played some pool at Woodman's, and then went and listened to a bluesy funk sort of band at the Blues Club. They were pretty good, but way to loud for that sort of band. I mean, I couldn't even hear what I was saying, never mind what the people around me were saying. Somehow I stayed out until 4, not really sure how that happened.

As a result, I spent most of Sunday laying down on the couch watching Bond, reading, or napping. Finished a book called "The Rule of Four." It was alright, kind of a DaVinci Code knock-off based on the Princeton University campus. Certainly wasn't higher-order reading, but with the headache I had, any reading was a lot to ask.

Watched Goldfinger and Live and Let Die in between and around Little League baseball and the Padres vs. the Braves. I was amazed at how dated the Roger Moore Bond's seem to be, at least from those two. Largely, Roger Moore just looks like a pussy. Remember that scene where the two little Asian girls defended him from the karate school? It was believable that Moore needed the little girl protection. It's been a while since I've seen a Timothy Dalton Bond movie, but right now I'm leaning towards Pierce Brosnan being the second best Bond. We'll see though, Octopussy is on tonight, and as I've been way to lazy to cancel cable yet, I might just have to catch a bit more Bond this evening.