[watered down martinis are still dumb]

[mazily]

Saw Skyfall. It was both fun and totally problematic, in the way of "good" Bond films everywhere. We spent the walk home from the theatre a) complaining that M didn't get to shoot Silva, b) complaining that they went straight back to the white male M place, c) deciding that Moneypenny grows up to be M one day, d) wondering where all the non-white agents are (obviously there are some undercover, per The List, but what about at HQ?), e) raving over the way the film looks, f) wondering where all the rent-a-baddies come from, g) deciding we need to write the sequel where our hero is Pakistani and he hunts down the mole inside HQ and cleans that shit up.

And then I wrote 400 words of Scott Hartnell in an airport waiting to fly to OCK to possibly hook up with Jordan Eberle. I blame twitter. Twitter and my stupid brain.

In conclusion, Jeffrey Loria: making the Wilpons look good since forever. Ugh. So terrible. And not just because Jose Reyes is now a division rival.

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