Double-Oh Yeah.

Non-spoiler alert: Skyfall is just damn near perfect. 91% positive Rotten Tomatoes reviews don’t lie. Roger Ebert calls it “a full-blooded, joyous, intelligent celebration of a beloved cultural icon” for the 50th film-iversary of James Bond. Skyfall has dark moments, to be sure, but I have to agree with the Ebes: it’s joyous.

Pretty much everything you’d want in a Bond movie: international intrigue, stylized fight scenes that let Bond kick ass in ways we haven’t quite seen before, an absolutely delicious villain, plus gadgets! girls! cocktails! cars! tuxedos! twists! Just the right amount of action, with no look-away gory-ness or video game campy-ness. Flashy and spectacular, but also subtle and smart. If you can overlook the glaring misogyny (ha. there’s a statement), it’s kind of the perfect entertainment package.

Let’s do the math: James Bond = Don Draper + guns & gadgets.

Right?! James Bond in general just drips with 60s cool, and Skyfall seems to have a particular affection for the past. We get glimpses of Bond’s backstory — childhood and early agent-hood. We ponder the tensions between access & anonymity in modern life, technology & human intelligence in modern warfare. We go on a throwback ride in Bond’s old-school Aston Martin. Even the score has a few moments of surf-rock guitar so classic, we almost think Sean Connery must be lurking just out of frame.

So basically I’m developing a healthy-sized James Bond obsession. I ordered my first Ian Fleming novel today. Things are getting pretty serious. I’m shaken AND stirred…

On that note, let’s talk about Q. After all, no review of Skyfall would be complete without a little gushing about Ben Whishaw

I only have eyes for Q…

For your consideration: Tall. Skinny. Glasses. British. Hair. Style. Wit.
And I am now human pudding. Dictionary reference for “SJ’s Perfect Man,” to the point of absurdity. Seriously, though. I’d let him hack my firewall and decode my encryptions…if you catch my drift…(perhaps the nerdiest innuendo ever)…which is how Q would want it, obviously.

(Q image found here. Homegirl loves her some geeks.)
(holy shit. Human Pudding = accidental Full House reference.)

The blog is back. Also: Jon Hamm.

Well, friends, it’s been a solid month since my last post. (That rings a little “confession booth” to me. Appropriate, as I do feel a tinge of Catholic-ish writerly guilt re: my blog neglect…) I just checked my stats for the past few weeks, and I was happy to discover that I’ve had some views on these non-post days. More than the usual handful that can be attributed to spam, my mom and/or my stalker.

(If I have a stalker, I like to imagine that s/he reads my blog. B’cause, why wouldn’t s/he?! That’s what stalkers do! This makes me feel safe, you see, because anyone out there who reads my blog regularly is waaaaay too nerdy to ever attempt physical harm. Maybe a passive-aggressive comment, at worst. I love you, readers, but you’re nerdy. It’s cool.)

Anyway — the writing wasteland that was October brought me more than a few views. This does my little heart good, because it means (I hope) that a few people actually want to read this stuff (and to you I say: sorry I’ve left you hanging). Beyond that, I’m fascinated in knowing that total strangers occasionally end up here because of random google searches. This month, a post about Charles Addams cartoons was particularly popular in my search terms list — Halloween and all.

One year ago exactly, my bloggy friends & I embarked on our semi-daily journey of Alpha-blogging, and “A is for Addams” is where mine began. Now, a full year later, it’s nice to imagine there are kindred spirits out there who also love vintage New Yorker cartoons, or mid-century art, or Halloween…and love these things enough to google them. These are my people.

So it is for you, My People, that I’m back tonight. After a long day. With nothing profound to say. Just knowing that I like this blogging thing when I take the time to do it. Also knowing that it does me no good to wait around for inspiration. Sometimes I have to meet inspiration halfway. Sometimes I have to just sit down and write when I don’t feel like it. Sometimes I have to do the random google search and follow where it leads…


Confession-booth time again: every once in a while, when I’m feeling bored or blue, I do a little “Jon Hamm” google image search. Just because. Ladies, I suggest you do the same. Looking at his cartoon-pilot handsomeness (Liz Lemon said it best), I never fail to have a little Lester Burnham moment: with this much beauty in the world, there’s just no reason be sad.

So please keep coming back: readers, random searchers, stalkers, or Mom. I can’t promise you regularly scheduled posts or coherent points, but I can promise to always, always remind you that the good things are out there…like Jon Hamm…just being The Perfect Man…giving us all the little thumbs-up we need to keep going.