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like a Storybook Princess
Evidently, 300 is not a film of men. When a piece of entertainment can stir up the type of zeal that prompts fisticuffs and firstborn auctions, you can safely assume that forces beyond the natural are involved. A ticket to 300 grants you not only admission to the most stylized swords-and-sandals spectacle ever, but a glimpse of the face of God.
Admittedly, the paying proletariats seem frenzied only to me; my tenure at the cinema has thus far been short. I fully expect a summer blockbuster like At World’s End to dwarf the agitation I have seen up to now. Plus, it offers a glimpse of the face of Chow Yun Fat.
Broadband Internet remains an elusive, unattainable commodity. Tired of waiting, I dumped my old ISP and registered to their competitor. When the technician arrived, however, he found the Green Box buried a meter deep into our frozen front lawn. Our case was “escalated”. A burly man appeared yesterday and hacked fruitlessly at the earth with small metal batons.
I was very suddenly struck by an urge to purchase Sony’s PSP. The price difference was not significantly more expensive than the DS Lite and yet it boasted delicious multimedia abilities. There are so many quirky titles! And with MGS: Portable Ops, I could have my very own Naked Snake in my pants. What an electric tingle of excitement!
Later I decided to hold off the gratification - there were too many disconcerting rumours of future PSP hardware revisions. Besides, between my already massive backlog of console games sitting at home and my go-go living-style, I really wasn’t sure I had room for hi-octane portable gaming on the fast-lane.
That’s just the way I roll.