I've hidden the plans for the bomb in my brassiere, Mr. Bond. Apparently that was unwise.

FILM.

I saw my first two Bond films two days ago. From Russia with Love was charming. Sean Connery exactly satisfied my uninformed pre-existing notions of Bond. He looks very little like old-man Sean Connery, but the faces of the aging are always more defined than their younger faces. Oddly enough, he looks like an acquaintance of mine from high school who gave a Bond-themed party that I attended last time I was in Raleigh. Hence all this watching of Bond films. I hadn't seen one and talk and costumes at the party piqued my interest.

On recommendation from my roommate Mikey and our friend/Mikey's bandmate Sean, my second Bond film was Moonraker. I was a little thrown by Bond in space. I gather, from others' assessments of the film, that was a common reaction to the movie. I don't think I like Roger Moore so much as I liked Connery yet, but he may grow on me.

Mikey's bringing me two more films after he works at the campus Teaching and Learning Center (where we lucky students can rent videos) tonight. You see, I've decided to watch all 21 released Bond films before the end of this summer.



WORK.

Had a job interview today at the TLC (mentioned above). It seemed to go really well. Nanny Foster, who would be my boss, is awesome and nuts. She apparently carries cat treats in her purse to feed a cat named Biscuit, whose people's yard she walks through every morning on her way to work. I think I impressed her with my work ethic and mad peep skillz.

Chris and Mikey tell me working at the TLC is very laid-back. There is ample time to do homework, mess around on the internet, and various other activities while working. It sounds like the perfect job. I need one.