The 35th Precinct

Flackbunny is mortified because the soundtrack to his latest cracknum opus is Cher's Greatest Hits. He was hoping for something macho and butch like Korn or Staind. Hell, he even could've settled for Matchbox Twenty. But noooo, he's airing out his angst and woe to "Just Like Jesse James", "Believe", "Heart of Stone", "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves", "Half-Breed", "If I Could Turn Back Time", and "I Found Someone". Poor, emasculated bunny.

As for me, I watched Resident Evil: Extinction. Aside from Oded Fehr, there wasn't much to recommend this one. Aside from a few peen-waving action scenes of heavy metal-driven undead butt-kicking, this was a snorefest and clit-waving contest between Milla Jovavich and Ali Larter. And since Oded's character is now, well, dead, I've no incentive to watch the inevitable sequel.

I also finished reading Dennis Lehane's Gone, Baby, Gone. What a marvelous, morally ambiguous book with a gutsy ending. I'm glad I read it, and I recommend it to anyone looking for a good word fix. Since I also liked Mystic River by Lehane, I think he'll be joining my list of writers to watch for on the New Releases shelf.