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Trois Couleurs: The Boozehound Cinephile / Ted Boynton
Pop culture item consumed: Trois Couleurs , continuing my cultural preparations for our trip to Paris by viewing Krzysztof Kieslowski’s trilogy dedicated to the colors of the French flag and the themes they represent. Kieslowski’s loosely linked triptych, Bleu (Blue), Bialy (White), and Rouge (Red) — in that order both chronologically and from left to right on the French flag — tells three powerful stories of human nature, creatively themed around the aspects of character represented by the colors: liberty, equality and fraternity. While Kieslowski was Polish, the trilogy is generally scripted in French and revolves around Paris, though many of the scenes occur in Switzerland and Poland.
Beverage consumed: A boozehound hall-of-famer, the French 75, an underappreciated gem if ever there was one. The Catherine Deneuve of cocktails, this elegant, timeless beauty combines several of my favorite flavors in a lethal nerve-gas compound of gin, champagne, lemon juice, and bar syrup, a cocktail so-named for its ostensible similarity in effect to the French 75-millimeter artillery gun. While I can personally vouch for the efficacy and character of the cocktail, I have my doubts about the Gallic gunplay. One might assume that naming a cocktail for a French artillery weapon is a bit like naming a nicotine patch for French women: “Les Femmes Francaises, the patch that makes you want to smoke more!” While it is admirable that the French were dwelling on mixology down in those foxholes, it is all-too-easy to imagine a battalion of Frogs confronting advancing Prussians along the Maginot Line, a French officer yelling the order to fire, and hundreds of field guns simultaneously squirting out gag banners exclaiming “Nous rendons!” (Google it.)
The French 75 is a fun drink for many reasons — mixing a batch in front of your friends confers a sense of regal authority — not least of which is that it’s a good way to test a bartender without coming off as a complete tool. Any skilled mixologist should know this drink, and if you order it and are met with a blank stare, it’s time to take your thirst and your coin up the street. It’s also fun to shake champagne in a cocktail shaker — go ahead, try it; I’ll wait here with a towel. I typically mix this at home with one part gin to three parts champagne, adding lemon juice and syrup to taste — I like them a little more gin-and-lemony, the missus prefers more champagne and sweetness. As with most such cocktails, you shouldn’t substitute sugar for bar syrup unless you’re in a foxhole defending France from German invaders, which should happen every 3.5 years based on historical averages. Granular sugar just doesn’t dissolve very well in cold champagne.
Fun side fact: Mrs. socalled and I are about as Bavarian-looking as it gets, especially me, even though we are not of German extraction. You commenters want to know what I look like? If you’re overly familiar with the Clint Eastwood/Telly Savalas/Don Rickles vehicle Kelly’s Heroes, then you will know to whom I’m referring when I tell you that I look like the German captain of the Tiger tank defending the bank in the town square. (Yeah, just let that soak in.) Anyhoo, when Mrs. socalled and I walk down the street in Paris, people sometimes just stop and openly gape at us. For years, I thought it was just me, but she reports the same phenomenon. Conclusion: Parisians constantly believe it’s only a matter of time until the Germans show up again. At some point I’m going to just walk into the prime ministry and demand their surrender in a thick Bavarian accent. At a minimum, I’m pretty sure we’ll score a free weekend stay at the Ritz.
Summary of action: At this stage of my cinephile existence, I will never catch up to Ranylt in terms of watching new films. While the intellectually ravenous professor works on discovering unseen films on a frequent basis, I too often comfort myself with a mac-and-cheese diet of beloved old friends such as Kieslowski’s Three Colors. I certainly do not fancy myself a connoisseur of French film, though I’m familiar enough with the usual suspects, both the classic New Wave and the recent return to more traditional commercial films — in sum, The 400 Blows vs. La Femme Nikita. (By the way, The 400 Blows is not nearly as exciting as the title suggests.)
Trois Couleurs is a modern staple of classic, satisfying French film. I tend toward the melancholy in preferences for film, music, and literature, and Kieslowski typically delivers in an epic way. On a deeper level, however, these films capture Kieslowski’s unequaled ability to combine a misanthropic gimlet eye for mankind with a paradoxical love of the human spirit and its astonishing capacity for healing and forgiveness. In forging this unparalleled triptych of existential contemplation, Kieslowski takes a starkly defiant approach to exploring the themes represented by the French flag. In Blue, the concept of “liberty” is realized through the liberation of a woman from her family by the death of her beloved husband and daughter in an auto accident. As Juliette Binoche — otherworldly in her pale beauty — attempts to isolate herself from all human contact, she finds that liberty has its limits, some imposed by our nature as social animals, some by the actions of those we allow inside our barriers.
The second film, White, focuses on “equality” through the eyes of a Polish immigrant to Paris, Karol Karol (Zbigniew Zamachowski). Karol suffers a humiliating divorce from his French wife, played with brilliantly aggressive sexual malice by Julie Delpy, and the film focuses on his subsequent bottoming-out as a vagrant, penniless beggar, followed by his return to Poland, where he discovers a resolute, fearless hunger for vengeance that surprises him, a vengeance that transforms into an unusual form of closure with Delpy. This middle film carries most of the humor of the trilogy, and it’s no accident; Kieslowski the Pole saw in his own people a resilience and chippy spark in the face of daunting challenges, particularly challenges for which they are at least partially responsible, as with the Polish protagonist of White.
Closing the series, Red approaches “fraternity” by examining a random relationship between a young Everywoman (Irène Jacob) and an elderly retired judge, Kern, who happens to be an aural voyeur, listening in on the telephone conversations of his neighbors. When Jacob accidentally injures Kern’s dog, she locates Kern to return the beast and is drawn into his outwardly pathetic life, thereby learning the secret past driving his actions. Red’s finale closes the series with a dramatic sweep of destined events bringing the disparate characters together, a singular denouement for the three films revealing Kieslowski’s overarching belief that all humans are deeply connected.
As an overlay to this spirit, and deepening my love for his work, Kieslowski absolutely adores women, in all of their noble and not-so-noble states. Kieslowski refuses to shy away from depicting the female of the species in every conceivable state of emotion, and through his lens they become only more attractive and intriguing in embodying malice, disdain, grief, greed, and confusion. It doesn’t hurt that Kieslowski stocks his team with ringers. The primary female figures in the trilogy are Juliette Binoche as a grief-numbed widow of a philandering composer; Julie Delpy as the razor-clawed ex-wife of a heartbreakingly vulnerable Polish émigré; and Irène Jacob as an avatar of Western ennui, charged by fate with saving the soul of an isolated, aging voyeur. Three to draw to, indeed; pondering this collection, I always find myself linking the actresses with the films’ titles on a more superficial level as well: Binoche in her pale, icy-cool perfection; Delpy in her white-hot blonde sexuality; Jacob in her earthy, pulse-throbbing intensity.
Trois Couleurs is fundamentally different from what one might generally think of as “French cinema” (in itself an unfair generalization), mixing a brooding sensibility and an ominous expectation of doom with a wistful sense of humor and delighted appreciation of the beauty in the world. Maybe I haven’t seen enough French cinema, but I have never before or since seen anything like Kieslowski’s masterpiece series. On dark, cold nights of the soul, Kieslowski’s patchwork quilt of Polish sensibility, French actresses, and existential desperation is surprisingly, deliciously warm, and not to be missed.
Tastes like: Three parts bitter Gallic tears, one part crème de Juliette Binoche, one part sweet-natured Polish determination. Garnish with something flimsy from Irène Jacob’s lingerie drawer — preferably unlaundered, but like dirty martinis, that’s not for everyone.
Overall rating: 19 out of 20 stars.
Ted Boynton is a dedicated sot who would leave his barstool only to stalk Whit Stillman, if anyone could find Whit Stillman. Ted also manages to hold down a job and a wife, three hours each per day, whether they need it or not. Readers may scold, hector, admonish or taunt Ted by e-mailing him at thecarygrantrules@hotmail.com.
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Comments
Just wanted to say, love the Better off Dead reference!
Posted by: Lainie at March 7, 2008 8:41 AM
Shouldn't you have been drinking Peru?
The llamas give me indigestion. tb
Posted by: sansho1 at March 7, 2008 9:03 AM
Saw the trilogy what feels like a lifetime as a young Ensign while I was on Combat Officers Course. These movies made me feel like no movies ever have and they have a special place in my heart. My heart broke with Juliette Binoche's, I empathised the loving spite as Karol Karol got his balls back, and I fell in love with Irene Jacob (as a subtext to Irene's photoshoot i am now actually a fashion photographer).
I am probably attributing too much to the movies but I left the navy within 6 months of seeing Red.
In the long cold winters I still put on Von Budenmeyers Funeral music while lounging on couch watching the fire crackle. I have seen a lot of movies but I think this Trilogy is the trilogy to end all trilogies.
Posted by: Stofjas at March 7, 2008 9:26 AM
"You like raisins."
Sorry, saw the Better Off Dead reference and this was the first thing that popped into my head. Pretty much whenever I make a reference to raisins, (as in, "the oatmeal cookies have raisins") I follow it with, "You like raisins."
Posted by: tamatha at March 7, 2008 9:32 AM
Wow, I'm impressed. I hadn't heard of French 75 before, but it sounds positively delightful! I may try to make me some tonight to try it out (if anyone recalls my gin preferences, I too prefer the sweet, I'll mix accordingly).
A friend had told me about this trilogy back in school, but I figured she was just being pretentious (art major, French emphasis). I'm gonna have to check them out now. Damnit...my Netflix queue just keeps getting bigger and bigger. At this rate, I may have to skip sleeping next week to catch up.
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 7, 2008 9:38 AM
When I saw the Better Off Dead reference, I prepared myself to hold TK back from killing us all....but then I squealed with glee when I realized it was the latest installment of The Boozehound Cinephile! Joy!
There's a sweeter, lighter version of the French 75 that I believe is called simply the French Martini - vodka, champange, splash of pineapple. Maybe Mrs. socalled would like that one, too.
Aka the Flirtini? I believe Mrs. socalled drinks that one with the mailman. tb
Posted by: Kolby at March 7, 2008 9:56 AM
"Give me my two dollars!"
Ah, not only does the death of her family liberate Julie in Blue, but in the end she is able to create again, this time without using her husband as her public face. Sigh, I love all three movies, but Blue makes my little Grinch-like heart swell.
Did you really watch all three movies in one shot while drinking? I'd fall stright to sleep.
Three films in five nights; but we had some leftover mid-shelf champagne suitable for mixing, along with gritty determination and a deadline. tb
Posted by: phquaryn at March 7, 2008 9:59 AM
you know how it is said that say people come to Pajiba for the reviews, but stay for the comments?
well, I come to the Boozehound Cinelphile for the drinks, and stay for the reviews :)
Sounds like a great drink (I absolutely adore gin, if you remember) and a great triology.
I will definetly be checking both out soon!
Posted by: Bethy at March 7, 2008 10:00 AM
I had a roommate in college who loved French films, much to my chagrin. I mean, jeez, does anyone in France ever actually end up happy? For these three films, though, I forgave her. They are wonderful! I especially love the end of White.
Posted by: idgiepug at March 7, 2008 10:01 AM
I saw this trilogy years ago (though I believe I didn't make it through White for some reason, and have never gone back to finish it.) I agree that the films really are fabulous. Thanks for the review, it makes me want to revisit these. Also, I think the French 75 sounds tasty.
Posted by: tamatha at March 7, 2008 10:05 AM
French 75 sounds absolutely heavenly! I have never heard of it, and am raring to try it tonight.
Oh, and the films sound pretty awesome too. I only recently read about the trilogy on the arts section of the CBC website, and was mildly intrigued. You've just upped that to HIGHLY intrigued.
By the way, I'm not sure how you know what Creme de Juliette Binoche tastes like. Do tell...wait, no, don't....yeah, tell....
Lots and lots of contemplation. tb
Posted by: MO at March 7, 2008 10:06 AM
mmmm... crème de Juliette Binoche.....
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 7, 2008 10:11 AM
Dakron,
This isn't the first Trois Couleurs overview on Pajiba, either. If you haven't read, you should check it out here.
Criminy. That'll teach me to get creative. I take full responsibility, as I sprang this one on Dustin fairly late in the game. tb
Posted by: twig at March 7, 2008 10:13 AM
The French 75 is best, I find, with a gin that has more of a citrus flavor like Seagrams, than it is with the more cucumbery Hendricks.
Questions for Ted:
Is a homemade simple syrup the same as bar syrup? And why do I always wake up with a lampshade on my head when I break out the french 75's?
Answers for Ol' Don:
1) Yes. It's pretty cheap to buy quality bar syrup, but many people take righteous joy in creating their own mixers, so good on ya.
2) Like I said: nerve gas. tb
Posted by: Ol' Don at March 7, 2008 10:14 AM
Dakaron, like sci-fi, not Dakron like Ohio. Sorry.
Posted by: twig at March 7, 2008 10:14 AM
Oh God! French 75 luring me to the drinks cabinet at 9 am. I am still nursing the after effects of the Pogues concert last night (by the way, they endorsed Obama, suck it Hillary). My liver curses you all.
Apart from that, I have a huge girl crush on most French actresses because with the exception of Catherine Deneuve (who has become a joke in France), they eschew plastic surgery and allow themselves to become beautiful older women.
Posted by: PaddyDog at March 7, 2008 10:16 AM
"This isn't the first Trois Couleurs overview on Pajiba, either"
Huh. I completely missed it the first time. I wonder how? Thank you, twig.
And don't worry about the name...it's been spelled worse, hehe
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 7, 2008 10:24 AM
Ohhh, I love these! But my favorite is Blue, and when I grow up, I'm going to marry Juliette Binoche. No, no, do not try to dissuade me.
Posted by: Smithy at March 7, 2008 10:50 AM
twig, I'm getting you a t-shirt that says "Pajiba Native" and a guest shot as my Research Editor. Apologies to Jeremy, whose Guide on the subject is truly the first and last word needed to convince anyone that these magnificent films are, indeed, "Good For You." And apologies to Dustin, who first laid eyes on this column about two seconds before it posted.
Posted by: ted boynton at March 7, 2008 10:55 AM
This is not on topic at all--but I'm hoping, oohhhh I'm hoping that we will get a review of 10,000 B.C. some time today...?
Pretty please?
Posted by: Jerce at March 7, 2008 11:01 AM
"Fun side fact: Mrs. socalled and I are about as Bavarian-looking as it gets, especially me"
Dammit, Socalled. As if the dancing with a bible image were not enough, now you're dancing with a bible, wearing lederhosen and swinging a large stein back and forth.
"What is this, some kind of bizarre Glen Miller religious ritual?" I'm crushing on your crush on Juliette Binoche. tb
Posted by: PaddyDog at March 7, 2008 11:01 AM
This is comPLETEly off topic, but I just had to rant. Husband is not around, and I know there are some like-minded people in Pajibaland to cringe with me. A relative just sent a stupid forward of "funny" rhetorical questions (like, "why is there an "s" in the word lisp"), and one of them was:
"If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?"
Argh. Stupidity bothers me. In fact, it drives me to drink. Sooo, back to the conversation at hand, everyone.
You frickin' rock, SocalledBoozehound CineBoynton.
(mmm, CineBoynton...craving baked goods now, too....)
Oh f*** me, the same aunt just sent me a prayer forward now....
Heeeee, thanks. Mmmmmm, CineBoynton .... tb
Posted by: MO at March 7, 2008 11:11 AM
Jerce, I'm imagining there's still a marathon straw-drawing contest going on for whoever has to watch that particular crapfest (I'm usually not so hard on action movies but if you're responsible for 'The Day After Tomorrow' there is no mercy left in my heart)
Ted, you can never have too much of a good movie, right?
(I'm not drinking, I'm assisting the Boozehound with his research!)
(When do we get to research margaritas?)
Posted by: twig at March 7, 2008 11:17 AM
Ah Socalled, your additional review of Three Colors is still a welcome addition, if only for your ability to make me crave alcohol at work at 11:00 in the morning.
I never heard of the French 75, and I now know that I am worser for it.
Posted by: Julie at March 7, 2008 11:17 AM
(When do we get to research margaritas?)
Lol...you're already getting into the spirit of it!
I'm still holding out hope for 10,00 B.C. It is Legendary, after all....they're the ones who brought us Batman Begins and 300...which were pretty movies. Ugh..alright, I have a weakness for CGI action...it could still be good! Anyone?
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 7, 2008 11:29 AM
YES! The Flirtini! Ha! Maybe the one I'm thinking of has Chambord instead of pineapple. Either one sounds delicious right now.
Posted by: Kolby at March 7, 2008 11:31 AM
Well, MO, I always counter with the question, "Well, you know your cousin? Yes? Is your cousin your grandmother?"
Then ask them why the world's insects are now immune from DDT.
Even if they still don't get it, at the very least their confusion will give you time to escape.
And twig, I got a lot of enjoyment out of The Day After Tomorrow. I laughed until my sides hurt. Get a good buzz on and watch it again.
Posted by: Jerce at March 7, 2008 11:31 AM
Sort of nitpicking here...but it's Blanc, not Bialy...
Only if you're actually in France. The second film is traditionally referred to by the Polish word for "white," Biały (complete with a special Polish character for the "l"), as most of the dialogue is spoken in Polish. I've seen it referred to as "Blanc," e.g., on the French wiki page, but even there, I'm not sure that "nege" isn't the correct word en francais. tb
Posted by: millie at March 7, 2008 11:34 AM
MO: I have a former colleague (3 jobs ago) who persists in sending those ridiculous e-mails. Despite the fact that I have never responded to her in 3 years, I still get them. I feel your pain.
Posted by: PaddyDog at March 7, 2008 11:34 AM
Shadows, 10,000 B.C. looks like one of those movies I would rent on dvd and make fun of but secretly enjoy. With lots of pizza and beer of course, watching giant elephants get all people-stompy is more fun when you're drunk.
Not that I would know.
Posted by: Julie at March 7, 2008 11:44 AM
Jerce, I was not nearly drunk enough, but there were still a few moments of unintentional hilarity, especially since if you live in the Midwest, the concept of apocalyptic cold usually means just adding snow chains to the car.
Equation:
"Are you gonna let the dogs out? Or the bees out? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth so when they bark they shoot bees at you?" + "The Day After Tomorrow" = my friends and I screaming 'ARCTIC BEEEEEES!' as the heroes were chased by the worst CGI wolves ever created.
I have always wanted to line up 'Independence Day' with 'Tomorrow' and see how close the action beats were - I swear they're identical, just swap out aliens for The Cold. I could almost see the page on the script where they added Action Beat: Someone Dies Because Nothing's Happened in Five Minutes.
(Sorry to fill up the thread with this crap but apparantly the movie left some psycic scars.)
Posted by: twig at March 7, 2008 11:45 AM
Or the dogs with bees in their mouth so when they bark they shoot bees at you?
:wipes away tear: That's a great Simpsons reference.
And arctic bees?! HEE.
Posted by: Julie at March 7, 2008 11:49 AM
That just bring me back to that great Eddie Izzard bit. You know, "Ahhh! Ahhh! I'm covered in beeeeees! Ahhh!"
Posted by: Smithy at March 7, 2008 12:02 PM
Heehee, thank you Jerce, I will definitely have to use that one!
Looking forward to the College Road Trip PajibReview. The review in our local paper said something like "it may be the greatest Martin Lawrence/Raven-Symone/Donny Osmond vehicle ever". Heh heh.
Posted by: MO at March 7, 2008 12:19 PM
"You don't own this place...Geoff does! There'll be no flirtinis here. You'll drink what Geoff drinks, a simple, honest fisherman's drink!"
At the very least "Blue" could warrant a another viewing sometime. I saw these when they were coming out and had very different reactions to each. I was nodding off during "Blue", I walked out of "White" thinking, to quote Audrey Griswold, "THAT BITCH!" and left "Red" thinking "that.....is my woman", plus I thought it was a satisfying romantic story, and it's fun to pronounce "Irene Jacob".
The drink sounds all around wonderful though.
Posted by: Jay at March 7, 2008 12:27 PM
Ah! Excellent follow-through, Smithy.
Posted by: Jay at March 7, 2008 12:30 PM
And the same to you, Jay! I often think Pajiba could use a bit more of the Boosh.
Posted by: Smithy at March 7, 2008 12:40 PM
...just swap out aliens for The Cold.
As bad as the wolves were (and I regret that they didn't take the opportunity to have VICIOUS ORCAS! Come crashing up THROUGH THE ICE! Also, why no polar bears?), to me the funniest bit was the effort made to portray The Cold as something nearly conscious and deliberately malevolent and, you know, eeeevil.
I started giggling when the Brits stepped out of their downed 'copter and were instantly frozen, and I basically did not stop giggling for the rest of the movie.
Posted by: Jerce at March 7, 2008 1:11 PM
i love blue. i've never had an interest in seeing white or red. i am a sucker for any juliette binoche movie.
Posted by: kelley at March 7, 2008 1:11 PM
Kelley, check out the other two - I don't think you'll be disappointed. White is my favorite, if for no other reason than I love seeing people get their comeuppance. I don't remember Rouge, but I will soon - as it has just moved up on the Queue.
Possible ACD? What's on your Queue?
1. BSG Season 2.5 Disc 3
2. BSG Razor
3. Devil's Backbone
4. Volver
5. Kiler
PS oooo, cannot wait 'til March 18 Season 3 on DVD!!!! yay!!
The Pajiba Overlords ran that as a diversion once -- "what are your top 5 in queue, no changes, no excuses" -- and the response was really good. tb
Posted by: Stella at March 7, 2008 1:32 PM
AAHHH! I'm covered in bees!!! AHHHH!!! ahhhhh- I just love Mr. Izzard. And not just for his brilliant wit. I want to get sweaty with him. With or without eyeliner. But I digress...
OK, so to recap-
We've gone from French(ish) cinema, to Lane Mayer, to nerve gas in a glass, to dancing-bible-toting-lederhosen-clad Teutons, to Arctic Beeeees. And of course, back to French(ish) cinema. With raisins. You LIKE raisins.
I love the stream of pajiba consciousness.
Just what I needed for a very long and dull Friday at work. Cheers to you- I lift my glass of Creme de Binoche to you all as I wash down a tasty, sticky bite of my Cineboynton.
thank you, my friends.
Posted by: go big red at March 7, 2008 1:44 PM
Stella--i just added them to my queue. they are behind:
1. the sopranos: season 6, part 2, disc 1
2. dexter: season 1, disc 1
3. a very long engagement
4. dog day afternoon--i am finally going to watch the movie i'm embarrassed i haven't seen!
5. five easy pieces
(sorry, i missed that ACD! i didn't have netflix then!)
the title of the last movie on your list, kiler made me giggle...i just had a beavis and butthead moment.
Posted by: kelley at March 7, 2008 2:01 PM
Rouge remains my favorite of the trilogy and, indeed, possibly my favorite film of all time.
Consider getting the DVD collection if you're a fan of these films. There are some good featurettes with Keislowski discussing editing choices and other all-around neat stuff. The audio commentary is by a Kieslowski scholar and is precious but thoughtful. The whole trilogy is packaged together for $31 in Federal Reserve Notes on Amazon.
Posted by: Matches at March 7, 2008 2:02 PM
Parce que le verbe a l'infinitif est "se rendre," a la premiere personne plurielle il faut ecrire, "Nous nous rendons." La premiere fois, "nous" est le sujet; la seconde, un object reflexif. D'acc?
Yes, literally, it is "We give ourselves up." Isn't "Nous rendons" an informal idiom, equivalent to "We give," i.e., we surrender? tb
("You speak French?"
"Oui.")
Posted by: Pisco Sours at March 7, 2008 2:26 PM
Pisco- I remembered just enough from my years of French to get the gist of what you wrote.
Quel suprise. (or is it quelle?)
Posted by: tamatha at March 7, 2008 2:54 PM
Pisco Sours- Nice Groundhog Day reference! I love that line.
eh, sorry, that was me. tb
Posted by: go big red at March 7, 2008 3:21 PM
Pisco Sours are delicious, my roommate brought Pisco back from Chile last year and we made them for her birthday.
Posted by: Julie at March 7, 2008 3:27 PM
Pisco:
Je t'embrace. A primer on reflexive French verbs on a Friday afternoon. Any chance you could run me through appropriate use of the subjunctive? It always catches me out.
Posted by: PaddyDog at March 7, 2008 4:44 PM
Red is my fave by far of the three films
There is just something so alive, real and engaging about it
I saw all three of them in a row at college. they were being screened in a huge lecture auditorium. It was a long time ago, but I can pretty much guarantee I was drunk and/or high.
Posted by: Plobes at March 7, 2008 4:51 PM
Durrrr- sorry TB. I give proper credit where credit is due. I praise yoru Groundhog Day knowledge and promise to be more attentive to italics in the future.
Posted by: go big red at March 11, 2008 1:17 PM
...and typos- "yoUR"
GAH!
Posted by: Go Big Red at March 11, 2008 1:19 PM
PaddyDog, if you're bad enough, I'll even run through the passé surcomposé with you. Rowr.
Posted by: Pisco Sours at March 11, 2008 2:59 PM