OOOOO, YA CRRRRRAAAAAZZZZY!

AGAIN WITH THE Jamaican patty, again with the eggs and the tater tots, which, in case I have not pointd this out before, are actually Ore Ida Crispy Crowns, so they're like tot pellets, which I have come to prefer as my potato option. The Wifey is fond of saying that she prefers her potatoes in tot form. I guess this is yet another way in which I am a slightly more pronounced snob than most.

As it is with the beer, as well. Last time I got all chompy about getting to the movie review, and neglected to note that while the IPA seemed a bit on the dissapointing side in the context of the cheeseburger, the Kona Longbaord Lager was absolutely stunning, bringing out all kinds of nuances in the burger, very likely as a result of the contrast with the IPA. This time the IPA did just fine, standing right up against the spicy, creamy, tangy, salty combination, and the Kona seemed a little tired by comparison. Although it did more than fine with dessert, which was a Snicker's ice cream mini. Yum.


And I guess I'd be somewhat remiss if I didn't do this. The movie of the night this past Friday was Night of the Living Meh.

This is the kind of movie that reduces Rotten Tomatoes' otherwise reliable rating system to almost pure gibberish. As near as I can tell, and I didn't make a life's study of it, this didn't really get good reviews or bad reviews. So despite it's 71% fresh rating, pretty much all the reviews, whether dubbed good or bad by the fine folks at RT, amounted to "Eh, it's good enough for what it is, but nothing to write home about." A good many critics devoted a fair amount of column inch to dotting out the ways in which the remake and the original differ, but to be completely honest, all they really share is a premise: government something-or-other leaks into the ground water and drives people crazy. This doesn't really have anything near the level of paranoia, or, actually, crazy, the original had. In fact, one of the biggest deficits can be directly related to one of the ways they threw money at it: they came up with a special Crazies make-up scheme. Which had the effect that you stopped really caring who was going crazy and who wasn't. Where in the original, you couldn't tell who was being effected by the bio-weapon or who was just losing it under the strain or who was just a crazy asshole who figured any slight excuse to gun people down was good enough, in this one, the ones going crazy from the toxin would eventually be sporting a fancy new paintjob. If it had been a comedy sketch, they all would have been wearing hand-lettered signs reading "VILLAN."

Yeah. That's enough.