The perfect storm

AKA Amelia

Yes, Amelia. The movie.

It's like The Universe decided to get together with some movie folks to come up with the least appealing movie ever. EVER.

That movie, as mentioned above, is Amelia.

For anyone who knows me, even a little bit, you'll understand why. But for those who don't, a little background.

It's simple folks. Richard Gere. Hilary Swank. Least favourite actors. In the history of acting. They offend my eyes, nay, the core of my being. Even more than the Aniston. And yes, even more than Dane Cook, though calling either of the latter "actors" is a bit of a stretch. Rounding out the top three would be Billy Bob Thornton, but I shall perhaps just leave that for another day.

Where does this distaste come from? No idea. The only explanation I can come up with is that at some point throughout the history of mank and ind, the forerunners of RichWank killed my people. The innocent Petty's of yore. Slaughtered to a man, woman and child by the fore bearers of the two above mentioned actors. Obviously one of us got away or I clearly wouldn't be here to tell the tale. That would have been Great Grandpa Ebineezer McPetty. And a near miss too, especially given that BBT had spies everywhere.

Sufficed to say I'll be skipping Amelia. Which is too bad. Ewan McGregor is a sexy bitch. Be careful Ewan. Filming may be over and done with, but RichWank is lurking just beyond the next red carpet.


A lazy Sunday

I'm not sure why I find it so hard to find things to write about now that I've left the serial dating scene behind me. It's frightening to think that it seemed to have defined me for so long. As in it was what I was all about. And without it I'm pathetically boring. Poo.

I think I need a Slap Chop. According to Vince it's the key to not having a boring life. Or, I could subscribe to his chosen path in life and beat up a hooker or two. That would definitely be exciting.

I'll keep you posted.