Friday, November 23, 2007
(12:57 PM) | Brad:
Friday Afternoon Confession
I confess that I forgot that I'd accepted confession duties today.I confess that even though there are a fair number of nice-looking movies in the theaters at the moment, I allowed my wife to talk me into seeing The Mist. Not since I saw the Gram Parsons biopic in Glasgow a few years ago have I come across such a shitty film. The only redeeming quality of the movie is the message I got from it: blame the military for every social ill and poor decision ever made.
I confess that I found the AAR more intoxicating than anything else. I confess I spent more hours at the Marriott bar than listening to papers. And, moreover, I confess that at times I was a very dour drunk. I confess that I twice confided to Anthony a desire to cause somebody physical harm. I apologize to Adam for wishing to hurt him for his love of Judith Butler; I do not apologize to the mysterious Nazarene who haunted my table at the RadOrth party. I confess complete frustration at John Milbank's speech at this same party, and specifically my exclamatory "that fuckin' fucker!" as I stormed to the bar for more whisky. (A video of the speech and the official Weblog response can be found here.) I confess an undying love for the bartender at this party, and fully own up to the disgusting desire to nuzzle her breast-implant scar.
I confess that I ate pork for my Thanksgiving meal.
