apathetic
romeoa last night; it was a fun romp that would probably squick out the squeamish but had me laughing at the obvious joy that the special effects crew was having. Seriously, a decapitation that spurts a fountain of blood several feet in the air directly into the 3D camera lens is something that I am quite fond of, and I can just feel the leap of joy that comes with it. I am quite possibly jaded.
Not much happening that hasn't been hashed and re-hashed here already. Still not king. Still no job. Still not sleeping well.
Going this afternoon to look at a nifty digital cinema camera, and probably salivate like a Pavlovian Pooch.
Been doing a lot of thinking. Not a lot of doing. Hibernatrix.
Carry on.
