Holy, holy, holy shit. I'm actually in shock. Didn't realize until they officially called it, but I really didn't believe he'd win. (Ghosts of the 2004 election coming back to haunt me.) So. Very. Happy.
We sleep in a little, then leave our bags with the bell desk and check out. Hauling ass to Cravings (the buffet at Mirage), we get there two minutes after the lunch prices come into play, but the cashier is a sweetheart and gives us breakfast prices anyways. There’s mediocre sushi, very good Chinese, and decent Italian, plus breakfast items which we avoid like the plague. After this, we head through Harrah’s and catch the monorail heading South. Having rocked the entire North end of the strip the day before, this last day is our chance to show the South end a good time, and not call it in the morning.
Popping into MGM, we have a second crack at Studio City. This time, it’s a preview for an animated show called Creature Comforts. Basic premise: the producers have gone out and interviewed everyday peeps on topics like Keeping Secrets, Health, Sexuality, etc. While the audio remains intact, in place of the actual speakers are claymation sequences featuring animals as the speakers. …
“Barry,” my cousin Mike said, “I think it’s time.” It was clear that my brother didn’t feel the same way, but he only shrugged, which Mike took as agreement. “Dave,” he said, giving the words as much gravity as he could muster, “Go get the dictionary.”
I was nine years old, and a tag-along. I’d walked in on my brother telling a story about how—during school that morning—a girl he knew got her period in the middle of French class. And I laughed like the dickens. And then they called me on it.
After I’d lugged the dictionary down from the spare room, Mike told me to look up the word period and read out the definition.
“The end of a cycle, a series of events, or a single action?”
“Keep going,” he said.
“The full pause with which a sentence closes?”
“An interval of geologic—“
“Gimme that!” He yanked the book towards him, read down the page, and pointed me towards the definition he’d found. Menstruation: the monthly discharge of blood from the uterus of nonpregnant women from puberty t…
Clearly, once again, I’m behind on my everything. Movie Marathon 5 is less than forty-eight hours away now, and I ain’t said a word about it here. Don’t chalk this up to secrecy or anything, I just never got around to it. First off, here’s the line up:
Pumping Iron - 10:00AM Last Night - 11:40AM Sunset Boulevard - 1:55PM Kung Fu Hustle - 4:00PM Lars and the Real Girl - 5:50PM Bad Lieutenant - 8:16PM Bon Cop Bad Cop - 10:05PM Near Dark - 12:16AM Battle Royale - 2:05AM Outpost - 4:14AM Moon - 5:59AM Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - 8:12AM
As always, it’s from Saturday at 10AM to Sunday at 10AM. Unlike past years, we will not be contending with snowstorms, time changes, or hour long empty periods in the middle of the night as a result of math-related ineptitude. I’ll update here a few times during the day and I'll be tweeting away throughout. Jorge will be performing his usual super heroic blogging over at his site, and we’ll have AV material coming out the ying yang (with maybe an …