This weekend, I decided to do a little snorkeling in our fabulous Charles River. There wasn’t much to see, except for sewage, death, and my hospital bill for several tetanus shots. But… would I do it all again?

I found a link to this guy’s mix on !!!’s myspace page . As far as I can tell, Prof. LaCroix is someone who works for Tomorrow’s Brightest Minds. Anyway, it’s good stuff.

“VIP Area 3″ tracklist:
LCD Soundsystem - Yr City’s a Sucker
Blondie - Rapture [Special Disco Mix]
The Rolling Stones - Miss You [Special Disco Version]
!!! - Shitscheissemerde (part 1)
LCD Soundsystem - Too Much Love [LP/Rub’n’ Tug Remix]
Lindstrom - I Feel Space
Juan Maclean - Gi’Me Every Little Thing [Eric B. Deep Dub]
Gorillaz - Dare [DFA Remix]
Digitalism - Zdarlight
Hot Chip - Over and Over [Naum Gabo Remix]
Grand National - Playing In The Distance [Glimmers Mix]
Gods of Blitz - Flashbackville [Turntablerocker Dub]
Franz Ferdinand - This Fire [Playgroup Remix]
Interpol - Fog vs Mould For The Length of Love
Tom Vek - If You Want [Playgroup Dub]

Download Prof. LaCroix’s “VIP Area 3″ mix (.mp3/88mb)

I’m not sure if the movie would’ve been better or worse having not read the book beforehand, but having done so, I felt unfulfilled by disappointing action and uninspiring chemistry.

With a relatively all-star case, The Da Vinci Code movie had the opportunity to live up to the unbelievable hype and anticipation that the book generated. Tom Hanks (aka Captain Goofball), and Audrey Tautou (Amélie) are the main characters, flanked by Ian McKellen, Paul Bettany, and Jean Reno, all of whom are relatively major stars.

Director Ron Howard struggled to translate yearning page-turning to the big screen, as this historically- and socially-contemplative pseudofiction poured out flatly as merely a hurried Euro murder mystery with a lack of meaningful exchange.

Most of the aura that made the novel such a collective event was lost in the disjointed, shallow portrayal of the Church’s role in the plot, and quirky special effects and even quirkier French cars muddied the flow. Hollywood just screwed another one up, unfortunately.

The legend of the ridicu-licious Pour House Omelette (eggs & chili) compelled us to visit yesterday, with the promise of prodigious Bloody Marys making it a truly worthwhile venture. The Bloody Marys were impressive and the chili omelette was stunning, but unfortunately, the rest of the experience left a lot to be desired.

Our blonde waitress required roughly five forms of identification, forgot my bacon, and didn’t give us a discount on a Bloody Mary for ordering a “supreme plate”. Even when I brought it to her attention, instead of knocking off $2.25 like they were supposed to, they just decided to meet me halfway and give me a measly buck off for some idiotic reason. Flat-out rude and inhospitable.

For these reasons, I would suggest that unless you’re willing to put up with some crap, and you don’t mind irritating service, you’re better off making a chili omelette at home and avoiding blonde waitresses at The Po’ House.