I'm glad this was brought to my attention: We now have 365 days left. Left until what, you ask? Why, until this, of course.
It's not worth discussing at length, really, but I will say that I'm not all that excited because there's no telling what we're going to get on the next go-round. I don't like to get my hopes up, but considering where we're coming from…
The weekend went by Wii-free, once again. I'll get punched in the arm or worse later on for saying it, but Courtney's Great Wii Hunt of 2008 has become a source of amusement for me. Circuit City was mean enough to put an ad in the paper for the blessed machines on Sunday and her hopes were sky-high. She put her shoes on and everything, ready to head out and finally corner one of the little white bastards. Cooler heads prevailed, however, and a quick phone call revealed the sad truth: SOLD OUT. I know it's wrong to have fun with someone else's disappointment, but that's just the kind of guy I am. That damn fool Japanese machine won't be the boss of me!
On the non-disappointing side, we saw There Will Be Blood on Saturday, and there was. Not a whole lot, but there was, sure enough. Very good movie. Mr. Daniel Day-Left Foot Mohican is always a sight to behold and I daresay there hardly would've been a movie if not for him. The whole film is driven by his character and required the kind of performance that DDL and few others can muster. Unfortunately, we now have to wait another 4 or 5 years for him to decide to do another movie, if he's true to form. Paul Dano actually managed to stand out, as well. Keep an eye on that guy.
It was a bit of a culinary weekend, also. I tried out a couple of new (to me) recipes that both worked out well. One was a sprouted lentil and chicken stir fry that came from Dianne's Dishes, while the other was black bean and sweet potato soup. Both were excellent and pretty easy to make. We also enjoyed the new French press Courtney got me for my birthday. Our coffee maker always seems to take freshly-ground top-quality beans and make less than perfect brew. The coffee from the press was excellent, though. Those French know what's up. This last statement will likely elicit an angry diatribe from my friend Hightower, whose Francophobia is deep-seated and not altogether unfounded, the result of his parents' insistence on signing up for an exchange student one year. We'll see if we can get a reaction. Merci.