"let's not get into one of those turgid categorical imperative arguments"

as Lindsey, Mick, Stevie and John begin to wind down from opening night of Fleetwood Mac's Unleashed tour, approximately 375 miles east the snow is really coming down. and the hard stuff isn't due for a few more hours (supposedly we're working towards a foot).

so perhaps this weekend's mini-movie marathon (Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Frozen River, Superbad and The French Connection) should've been put on hold for another 24 hours.

it's very possible that I may have to stop watching Woody Allen movies as I don't even enjoy the well-reviewed ones anymore.
while VCB certainly wasn't as bad as Celebrity (is anything as bad as Celebrity?), I still don't understand why anyone casts Scarlett Johansson and my puzzlement increases exponentially when a director re-casts her (maybe it was a package deal).

and, of course, when Woody's writing is bad, it's pretty much off the charts bad.
my worst Woody dialogue vote for VCB:
"Let's not get into one of those turgid categorical imperative arguments."

I mean, seriously. I live in New York, attended an MFA program in Creative Writing for more years than I care to admit and have conversed with at least my share, if not more, of academic elitists but I've still never met ANYONE who talks like that.
(thank God)

unless the rumor that Bono is a direct descendant of the Wicked Witch (and therefore overly sensitive to any form of precipitation) is true, then expect U2 to repeatedly announce their presence in the city over the coming week. the Times has already run their big feature, and the band will appear on the Letterman show every night for five nights straight (a Letterman first), followed by Good Morning America and a "surprise" performance at Times has already run their Fordham University on Friday morning.

their new album, No Line on the Horizon, drops tomorrow, but is not receiving the greatest advance reviews. so you might want to consider plunking down a lesser amount ($5 through Thursday night) on the frontrunner (after two months) for album of the year: the much-ballyhooed Merriweather Post Pavilion by Animal Collective.

don't forget your galoshes.