Within 12 hours of being home...
2 amazing things have transpired in my head. #1 is that it has been destroyed. My head has been utterly melted by the awesome brilliance that is Frank Miller's Sin City. All I knew about this concept up till now was that it was written by perhaps the best (this is arguable, I know) comic book writer ever and that the movie looked totally incredible from the trailer. Now, having read it, my heart nearly stopped. What incredible...the words do not come. Should've sent a poet. Can't wait to read the other stories of Sin City. And see the movie on April 1st.
The other thing was my dream last night. Now you all nkow that my dreams are typically adventure-style stuff, and pretty straight-forward. Well this one was no exception, but instead of fighting orcs and elephants like LOTR, I was fighting zombies alongside Milla! My dream was like I was Shaun and Milla and I were holding out in a big (and inexplicably well-lit) warehouse. I was ramming knives and quarterstaffs down zombie throats all night, and at one point I got in a car and played zombie Grand Theft Auto! Cool times were had, and it was so amazingly satisfying in my dream to beat the shit and kill these abominations.
The other thing was my dream last night. Now you all nkow that my dreams are typically adventure-style stuff, and pretty straight-forward. Well this one was no exception, but instead of fighting orcs and elephants like LOTR, I was fighting zombies alongside Milla! My dream was like I was Shaun and Milla and I were holding out in a big (and inexplicably well-lit) warehouse. I was ramming knives and quarterstaffs down zombie throats all night, and at one point I got in a car and played zombie Grand Theft Auto! Cool times were had, and it was so amazingly satisfying in my dream to beat the shit and kill these abominations.