Of bosoms, money and deadwood
Since the sweet bosom of sleep no longer interests me, I decided to spend my evening reading The Templar Legacy and commencing to watch the second season of Deadwood. With the occasional thought of my new television purchase occasionally dancing in my head. According to Amazon's reviews, The Templar Legacy isn't a very good book. It was compared to The Da Vinci Code somewhat favorably and that's damning praise to my way of thinking. Nevertheless, so far I'm enjoying it though I suspect eventually the cock will come home to roost and the book will show its true colors. In the meantime, I engage in a fool's paradise and am enjoying the novel. Some of the scenes in the book remind me slightly of a movie I watched this weekend, Constantine , starring the ever reliable Keanu Reeves. He's never met a movie he didn't fuck up. I'd be concerned even if he was just in the audience. Bad acting of that sort is highly contagious. In case you're curious--yes, I a...