ONE! The bar at the Park Plaza in Boston (the Park Freakin' Plaza, of all places) recently announced a Red Sox-themed drink menu which it will offer during games. One of the undoubtedly overpriced boozicle concoctions you can get at the Park is the A-Roid Cocktail, which is basically a shot of tequila with a chaser of tomato juice. The tomato juice is delivered to you in a syringe. Adam Gaffin at Universal Hub reports that "...state law prohibits the establishment from supplying patrons with a needle to go along with the syringe" so I'm not quite sure how you're supposed to inject the tomato juice into your buttock, but hey, where there's a will, there's a way.
Thankfully those who do not wish to pony up the cash for this can easily make this drink in the comfort and privacy of their own home. (Kids, you may want to ask your parents for help finding syringes.)
TWO! David Hayter is the guy who wrote the screenplay for Watchmen. David Hayter would very much like it if you went and saw his movie, of which he is very proud. David Hayter also wants to let you know that if you have already seen the film, good on you, but he would like you to go see it again. David Hayter obviously has points in this movie and is probably late with the rent. David Hayter is so emphatic in his argument that he uses some rather unconventional rhetoric:
Because face it. All this time…You there, with the Smiley-face pin. Admit it.David Hayter has just claimed that his film attempted to rape you, and he knows you liked it so much that you'll go back.
All this time, you've been waiting for a director who was going to hit you in the face with this story. To just crack you in the jaw, and then bend you over the pool table with this story. With its utterly raw view of the darkest sides of human nature, expressed through its masks of action and beauty and twisted good intentions. Like a fry-basket full of hot grease in the face. Like the Comedian on the Grassy Knoll. I know, I know…
You say you don't like it. You say you've got issues. I get it.
And yet… You'll be thinking about this film, down the road. It'll nag at you. How it was rough and beautiful. How it went where it wanted to go, and you just hung on. How it was thoughtful and hateful and bleak and hilarious. And for Jackie Earle Haley.
Trust me. You'll come back, eventually. Just like Sally.
David Hayter is one class act!
Happy Thursday, everybody. Now go out there and out-class the world.