Usually, when I'm about to begin a tirade I have some vague topic in mind and I'll move on in a tangent from there; today is a different story. Today, I have this forward-and-onward force on the inside of my head, originating somewhere in the frontal lobe, preventing any offtopic discussion or internal confusion. Let's begin, shall we?
1. I'm about 5 inches from classic, full-on Doc-hermit mode. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's current events, but I have the feeling that my cell phone is about to make a one-way trip into the schuykill followed by my rolodex (if I had one). Now that I have a disturbingly large cache of vodka and rum secreted away in my basement room, I believe I can survive for at least two months without having ever to leave the house...so long as my internet connection doesn't sputter out. (Forgive the bit of self-pity in the preceding paragraph. The more I learn about people I thought I knew, the more I want to just stay at the bar and not really learn about people AT ALL. It's better to just stay drinking pals/acquaintances/one night stands. Don't you agree?)
2. Bored and home again. It's about the same as I remember and as fun as it's ever been. I have found one saving grace these past couple of days: You Have Question, Ninja have Answer. I honestly wish I had come up with this exact same idea (with the same theme song. Trust me, to hear it is to love it.) But I didn't, so shut up and appreciate it anyway.
3. My Review of "Final Destination 3: People Die and we like it"
If anything can possibly satisfy my great thirst for seeing pretty people die in complicated, rube goldbergian ways, it is this one stunning accomplishment of modern filmmaking (I spent 15 minutes removing, adding, and removing the second "m" from filmmaking, until I finally decided that it should be spelled with two "m's". If anyone disagrees, they can go fuck themselves bloody). "Final Destination 3: Massive Bloodloss" is the "Casablanca" of forcible limb detachment, the "Gone With The Wind" of chest-sucking puncture wounds, the "Wizard of Oz" of flesh-burning delight (you'll know what i'm talking about when you see that particular scene). In other words, this movie does well what it was design to do: show people what we already knew--at our core, we are nothing but mindless mobbs appeased by bread, circuses, and well-coreographed violence (afterall, what's the point if it isn't stylized to the point where it's almost completely desensitized to the audience?). I give it 5 monkeys dressed in business suits out of 5.
--HK_Newbie
The_Consultant said...
Those ninja movies were really good. As far as me, I hate my life. I go to work at 7am and leave at 10pm. There is no overtime in a salaried job either, so life pretty much sucks.