For the second time in the past year, I've gone out of the house with mismatched shoes, and didn't notice for many hours. I've never done this in my memorable life - until this past year.
Tonight I saw the movie Max (Reviews). Noah Taylor is downright terrifying at times as the young Hitler, fresh from the first world war at the time of the humiliating Versailles treaty. It's not an easy movie to watch, but it provides an interesting (if somewhat fictional) window into the times that the world was in, both in regards to art and politics.
It was a Whisk(e)y Valentines for me. Well, it started out as such, and my plans for the evening were to do nothing but whisk(e)y drinks - particularly my good friend, the single malt scotch. But as the night wore on, I ended up at a bar which had just recently acquired the best beer a bar can have on tap - Guinness. And they served it in *huge* glasses (at least 24oz). It was a good night. The next morning - not so good. But still - I'm quite fond of the concept of whisk(e)y valentines.