I'm not loving the blond, looks grey in this Youtube vid, and Daniel Craig should shoot the director for allowing that closeup. In the final shot of this French Casino Royale trailer, Bond looks as if he's going to fucking mew. Bond would not mew. Bond would smile knowingly and then shoot me through the heart.
The music, however, once again kicks 99 kinds of ass.
I mean, how can you not love a guy like this, eh? He's a political leftie, an author, a brainiac, he speaks fluent Maritimer, and he's a dead hottie to boot.
…a previous Conservative government made Conrad Black a Member of the Privy Council. It is somehow fitting that if Conrad goes down in a nasty prison brawl over a carton of cigarettes, the flag over the Peace Tower will fly at half mast. A nation will mourn the passing of a guy who voluntarily gave up his Canadian citizenship so he could play dress-up party in England.
I can see that, while he's not a daily blogger, nor yet a desperate famewhore such as myself who has to hit it several times a day or go mad but that's neither here nor there, he's already caught onto the old blogger's trick of getting other people to supply content. Way to take a month off, eh?
So far today there have been two searches of note that have brought new visitors to the ol' raincoaster blog.
I think a particular Harvard student is even more mixed-up than we thought.
I'm not sure I like this. I mean, I'm not disputing it; no, not in the least. But I'm still not sure I like this. At least I'm a literary best-seller!
You're The Poisonwood Bible!
by Barbara Kingsolver
Deeply rooted in a religious background, you have since become both isolated and schizophrenic. You were naively sure that your actions would help people, but of course they were resistant to your message and ultimately disaster ensued. Since you can see so many sides of the same issue, you are both wise beyond your years and tied to worthless perspectives. If you were a type of waffle, it would be Belgian.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.
Via Gawker. 
Inspired by the need for quality plagiarism, the Morning News announces its “Sloppy Seconds With Opal Mehta” contest. This is not for the recreational copy-cat: using no less than five different books, your entry must total 750 words, none of which are your own. You may not plagiarize single words, but actual phrases, sentences, or passages, and all your material must be cited.
To remind them that this was “the moment ethics in writing died,” winners will have their story published on TMN and will receive a TMN mug, t-shirt, and a $500,000 two-book deal.
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