Sunday, February 3, 2008

Poor Boston; poor me

I feel bad for my city. Our athletes can't win anything without they're being some kind of suspicion.

I feel bad for me. I found an amazing apartment yesterday. Was fully stoked on it.

Didn't get it.

I did, however, get to see a screening of McDonagh's In Bruges. It's very much apiece of his theater-work, of which I am a rabid fan. McDonagh came for a Q&A, and I am here to report that he is, easily, the most perfect human being alive. Sorry to the 6 billion other people vying for the prize. McDonagh's just better than you all.

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In summing up, I wish I had some kind of affirmative message to leave you with. I don't. Would you take two negative messages?
-- Woody Allen