Last night I watched The Orphan. Hilarious. Why are little kids so damn creepy? The concept was good and the acting was good, but it was a little bit like they let monkeys write the last quarter of the script. Or maybe, they let some top-shit studio execs. write it. Either way, it was great until the end, where it got totally ridiculous. Go and see it for free, and make sure you have friends who know how to MST3k properly (yes, I just used that as a verb).

Well, for the want of other idle conversation, my thoughts turn to what I've eaten. I had a pretty lackluster sandwich last night from Angelina's in Somerville. However, my friends had some truffled goat cheese (that is, goat cheese laced with pieces of truffle) that blew my mind. Now, the thing I don't understand about Boston is the copious amounts of shitty pizza. I can get better pizza in my hometown of Greensboro, NC than I've been able to get here. If anyone can find me decent pizza in this city, please let me know. What seems to predominate are paltry examples of NY style pizza with none of the good, fresh ingredients or excellently prepared dough. Also, would it kill anyone to have a brick oven, or a wood even, or a clay oven? (all of which, by the way, we have in Greensboro).

I haven't drunk anything interesting recently, but I'm hoping to this evening. What I'd really like is a decent martini, the way that Bond takes it: Gordon's Dry Gin, Vodka, and Lillet Blanc. Yes, that would hit the spot after a long weekend of thesis proposal writing. If you have suggestions about the best place to get a decent martini, you let me know.

Well that's all for now, folks.