good morning raymi

guess who stayed home from work again? i can tell he is on the road to recovery cos he has gotten his bossing me around energy back as well as his pointless corrections and never ending questioning the way i do something ability ahh true love. for example:

fil: why did you open the kittens calendar?

raymi: cos i needed to know what day it is

fil:??

raymi: i need another one of those desk calendars where you pull the pages away everyday

fil: and you don’t have a computer calendar?

raymi: no the only way i know the day is if i write on my blog or go to gmail or myspace

fil: cbc?

raymi: whatever

so yeah the black dahlia was pretty much garbage we had to watch it on subtitles cos fil refused to put the surround speakers on and i couldn’t hear the majority of the dialogue cos fil kept coughing anyway despite all that i doubt i would have been able to hear anything anyway it’s one of those mumbling movies hey maybe it could go on a date with miami vice?

it wasn’t all that bad it’s decent enough entertainment but the campy oldschool acting is completely fucking off you will probably be angry the majority of the film. hilary swank does a good accent. uh. there’s lesbo shit too with nudity, score on that. scarlett johansson is a meh in this one.

when you watch the bonus features you learn that the dude who wrote the book that this movie is based on, he made everything up, so that’s a piss-off right there cos you’re forced to learn about zoot suit riots and all this extra bullshit of the times and turns out it bears no significance whatsoever to the story.

that would be like me writing a holocaust novel and putting cotton candy faeries in it and unicorns and elves and other bullshit just because i was fascinated by them? how fucking selfish and arrogant is that other than extremely.