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T.O.P.’s Weekend Plans: 10/1-3

Hey Week, what’s up? It’s Weekend. I have a note here for you. It’s from everyone. “Suck it.” Yeah, that’s all it says – were you expecting more? Uh-huh – “suck it.” Definitely from everyone. OK, man. Later.


The Social Network – I’m not going to say too much about this one: David Fincher (Seven, Fight Club, Zodiac) directed it, Aaron Sorkin (West Wing, A Few Good Men) wrote it, and the critics seem to like it. Nothing in life is guaranteed, but this seems like a safe bet for movie-watching enjoyment.

Let Me In – A remake of Let The Right One In by the guy who directed Cloverfield. Pros: critics like it, ChloĆ« Grace Moretz, non-sparkly vampires. Cons: vampires (non-sparkly or otherwise), remake, the guy directed Cloverfield. Take a look at the trailer and you decide:

Case 39 – Shot in late 2006, this movie (in a reversal from almost all other Hollywood productions) has already been released in the rest of the world, and comes to the plate with two strikes: its U.S. release date has been pushed back by over two years and Renee Zellweger is in it.


In a big game in this part of the country, the Emasculated Turkeys of Virginia Tech visit the #23 N.C. State Wolfpack. State wins, 34-23. (Yup, I’m picking winners this week.)

The Red River Rivalry commences at 3:30 PM EST and Notre Dame travels to Chestnut Hill to take on Boston College at 8:00 PM EST. Texas squeaks by, 31-30, and Notre Dame wins an ugly game, 17-13.

The Patriots don’t play until Monday night, therefore not technically the weekend, so file this under “I don’t care.” Pats, 31-24.


Q: Would you rather see a picture of a cute puppy or Minka Kelly?

A: Yes.

Dammit, Jeter. Is there nothing you don’t have?


Viggo and Puppies. That is All.

In my attempt to get into the habit of posting, if not prolifically then at least daily, I made a small deal with myself: write one more post today and you can watch the rest of MNF. And I do want to watch the guts of what was the Patriots’ coaching staff from the glory days run roughshod over the damn Chargers. So, since I want to keep this deal I made with myself, but I’m lazy, I present you with the following pictures of unadulterated awesomeness:

If Viggo made these gestures to me on the street, I do believe I’d wet myself.

If you don’t love these puppies, we can’t be friends. Sad puppy on the bottom there may just become The Offending Party’s mascot. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!