Ever look for something to wear in the back of your closet and find an article of clothing that you forgot you had, and you really like the article of clothing, and you think that it might even look better on you now than when you bought it originally, and you get excited and think “Hey, it’s like having brand-new clothes for free”? I have, until I realize that such behavior puts me one SUV and a line of Mary Kay Products away from being a soccer mom, and so I totally stop.
The title of the next James Bond movie has been announced; it is called Quantum of Solace. On one hand, I’m impressed that the producers didn’t cart out one of their tried-and-true recycled titles, such as The Spy Who Killed Me with Deathness or something. But c’mon, Quantum of Solace?! They could have called it A Sprig of Parsley and it would get my pulse racing just as much.
Speaking of upcoming movies: I am no cultural theorist. I do not have my finger on the pulse of the American Zeitgeist. However, I think it’s safe to say that once this trailer was edited together and sent out into the world, we were all officially over 9/11.