Day 78: Whoo, explosions. Yeah. Whoo.

[itasianinvasion]

Fuuuck, it’s after midnight, isn’t it?

Christ.

My tolerance has taken a fucking hit, let me tell you.

Okay, Matt, okay, get it together.  Think of something your four readers can talk about in the comments.

Just breathe.

All right, next week Iron Man comes out and we’re officially into the big-budget summer blockbuster season.  Every weekend is an

Comments

[anonymous]

I've given up these "Learning to Feel" movies as well. At least in terms of going to the theater to see them. You want to be heartwarming? Fine. You want to inform me and expand my mind with conversations and exposes on your moral failings that don't end in violence? Cool. Maybe you'll make me a better person, but I don't need to see that on a giant screen. If it's just two people on a screen and they're not fighting I can do that sit on a couch with a television. Fuck 'em. And you know what? If that makes the world dumber then fuck the world. I'll be smarter than the lot of them with my books and... free giraffe. I'll have a free giraffe. Fucking A.

Buz