I’m so, so excited to announce that I followed through on something I’ve been trying to do for a couple months now:
I’ve revamped When English Majors Graduate and posted my first new book “review” of sorts, Casino Royale.
Wahoo! It feels great. If I ever want to pursue a journalism gig that’s not in the k&b industry, I’d best start showing what I can do and broadening my appeal. At very lease, it will give me a place to unleash my thoughts on literature, and at most, it will maybe provide a link to show my writing. Since, ya know, as much as I love this blog, I’m not sure my potential employers want to read my thoughts about sex and stuffs.
But, this post is not just an announcement, it’s also got a fabulous “not exactly ready” moment. Remember when I posted about P. Brosnan and that video clip of my favorite Bond sexual innuendo? Take a minute to click the link and watch it if you don’t.
DUDE. That moment is not only dirty, it’s a cinematic nod to Bond history. The real James Bond–not the spies Fleming based his character off of, but the actual person named James Bond whose name Fleming borrowed–was an actual ornithologist! I had no fucking clue. This makes that scene a billion times better.