Do you ever feel like someone somewhere is trying to tell you something? I know, how vague, but that's me. No, really. I've been making plans to do something (that doesn't bear explaining here) for a couple of weeks now. Every time I try to accomplish these plans, another unexpected event pops up in the way. So life happens when you make plans. But some plans really do happen as intended. Oh whatever. It sounded much better in my head.
Another thing that sounds better in my head is my recollection and rave review of Kill Bill: Volume 2. Quentin Tarantino is a fucking genius. That movie is so the coolest thing. I loved it. Didn't care for all the eyeball stuff, but hey, life's a bitch, and then you go whack in some ghetto trailer in the middle of the desert. She should have taken the suitcase full of cash, though. Damn, I love that.
One of the movie trailers shown last night was for the new film with Jet Li as a super-swordsman. It's another great film in the vein of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon that I can't wait to see. I love all that sword-fighting and stuff, but I don't like the Three Musketeers, and as much I adore Clive Owen, I don't think I can see King Arthur when it comes out.
Wow, there's just so much more I could say about how fantastic that movie was, and how it's too bad that Lucy Liu wasn't in the second part except for the beginning and the credits, because I think she rocks like hard, but I'm totally trying to preserve my flying colors over here in the war-room, I mean workroom, and I just can't take any more time.
Gotta go. Bye.
