Our New Years Eve started with a good omen. Dina was having trouble parking her big ass truck so I stepped up for the job.

Beat that!

Twice this weekend we tricked our friends into spending some of their precious holiday time in a light deprived theater despite the warm weather.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

As with most Wes Anderson (Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums) movies I can’t say I reccomend it other than it will excite some gray matter and you may need time to ruminate. Bill Murray is funny and the guy who sings Portugese covers of David Bowie covers, Seu Jorge, is simply awesome. Charcter interactions are quirky and the production is sharp , as you would expect, but the story development is not as crisp.

Best of all the Drafthouse Village had an interactive display (or at least we pretended it was) when we took this picture.

Darkness

Even though the Chronlicle gave it a bomb we got Marc and G to see this with us and it was really really bad. I think that when filming completed two years ago the studio wan’t sure what to make of the mediocre horror film with a big-name rising star they were given, so they handed it to the editor with one bag of gimmicks and one bag of opium. At times frenetic with those ridiculous splices of screechy violins and unidentifiable but disturbing visuals then long slow stretches of nothing, you will have more fun reading the review linked above than actually seeing this movie.

NR turns 50 this year. William F. Buckley’s classic first issue editorial still reads true:

“I happen to prefer champagne to ditchwater,” said the benign old wrecker of the ordered society, Oliver Wendell Holmes, “but there is no reason to suppose that the cosmos does.” We have come around to Mr. Holmes’ view, so much that we feel gentlemanly doubts when asserting the superiority of capitalism to socialism, of republicanism to centralism, of champagne to ditchwater — of anything to anything. (How curious that one of the doubts one is not permitted is whether, at the margin, Mr. Holmes was a useful citizen!)

There’s more, and I encourage y’all to give it a look for the same reasons you might read the Magna Carta or the Communist Manifesto – a sense of history and purpose. There’s a few more choice bits on the other side of the break. But the whole thing is short, and even if you feel dirty, you’ll understand somewhat why W and the GOP miss the mark with a bunch of people on the right.

Forgot to pass my glee at listening to TAMU get shellacked in the Cotton Bowl.

But it was tempered at the news that Mack Brown got signed for another 10 years. Guess the Red River Shootout will be a gimme to OU until after Jeb’s second term.