I don’t post very often anymore do I? I wonder why that is. Probably because the longer I stay in school the less entertaining my thoughts become and the more academic (read socially-stunted) my writing sounds. I am so very sorry about that. Except perhaps not, because there are only so many times a person can talk about her bodily functions and get away with it. I’m not sure what that limit is, but I’ll let you know when we hit it.

So today I unburden the search for the perfect Ph.D. program on all of you. Of course, when I say “perfect” what I mean is someone that will accept me. I truly, truly hate selling myself and I look forward to the day I’m an old tenured professor who doesn’t have to do that sort of thing. But I will always be engaging in that behavior because I’m going to have to publish and publishing means selling your work…I’m sensing a pattern here and I don’t like it.

Instead I offer a change of subject: Daniel Craig as the new James Bond. Wet. Running. Panting. With his shirt off. Yes please.

I know there was a lot of skepticism preceding the release of the movie (myself included) but I am the first to admit that I am pleasantly surprised. Honestly, I thought it might be the best Bond movie yet. And, alternatively, I thought Craig to be the best Bond yet, and no, not just because he is hot. In all honesty, as much as I love the Sean Connery, I actually like older, post-Bond Connery better. What I’m about to say is going to be sacrilegious to all you Bond fanatics so just stop reading now.

I love Timothy Dalton. There, I said it; it’s done. My dirty, dirty secret is out in the open (one of them at least). I found Craig surpassing Dalton, but having some of the same characteristics that made me love Dalton in the first place. There’s a restraint about both of them like maybe, just maybe, they might lose control and it’s going to be a lot of action. A girl really likes seeing that. Not to mention, when Craig fights in this movie you really believe in his ability to fight. With the other Bond’s it was almost as if the bad guys were so inept that Bond couldn’t help but win the brawl. Daniel Craig really had to work for it. I appreciated that.

And right now, as I sit here with a cold and my snot-ridden self I’m really happy about the new Bond movie. Except I can’t go see it again because with the way I blow my nose people would have me kicked out of the theatre for being too loud. Ugh, I’m so hot right now it’s amazing men can keep their hands off of me. My roommate has asked the question how can my nose, as little as it is, produce so much snot? I don’t know man, I don’t know.

But I have now worked school, subjectification of men, and bodily functions into one blog. My life is complete.