What's New, I'm Hungry

The last couple of weeks have been full of new developments! I'm working at a new job, I'm writing reviews and blogs for other websites, and I saw Watchmen, Morrissey, and Uncle Floyd over five days. My brain is full!

More on the new job in a future post, let's get to the weekend wrap-up:

I thought Watchmen was good, and more than half of fans of the graphic novel feel the same, judging from the message boards. People unfamiliar with it, whether they liked it or not, ultimately seemed confused. Massive failure? No, as I feel like it's a cookie for the fanboys like me who enjoyed it and will gladly pick up the inevitable uncut DVD. For the rest, hey, it's over and you still have the graphic novel. Sadly the geeks will argue until Wolverine: Origins and Star Trek come out in May. Ultimately I'm just glad that movies over 2 hours long aren't in vogue anymore; it seemed like after Braveheart a movie had to have a 3 hour running time to seem "important". My bladder disagrees, and I will never forgive Peter Jackson for that ending to Return of the King where Hobbits stared at each other with longing eyes and the movie seemed to end again, and again, and again, and again, and knitting, and knitting, and knitting...

Morrissey was in his typical foppish mood on Monday, and delivered a fine show that I got pretty drunk for. I usually don't do that anymore when I go see music, but in a strange way it was kind of like a St. Patrick's Day celebration for people who don't like St. Patrick's Day. I'm part Irish, but can't stand amateur hour nights at the bar. It's like waiting in line for the DMV or an ATM while someone is continuously yelling in your ear, until eventually that person starts puking on the side of your face.

I ate way too much food on Tuesday when I went to see Uncle Floyd at Colucci's, an Italian restaurant in Haledon New Jersey. While Morrissey had a heart-shaped sweatstain appear through the back of his shirt by show's end, Uncle Floyd waxed on for almost 15-20 minutes at a time about about convenience stores in Lodi and Garfield, so for me it's a toss-up over who gave the best performance. Morrissey did name-drop Pal's Cabin, a steakhouse near here.

And that's that, more to come as I embark on my first week of work, and try not to eat so much.