Yaranaika?
Yaranaika?One day recently I came back from work and found a pendrive on my desk with a very descriptive note about its contents.
(BF is slowly amassing a huge manga scanlation collection, and taking the time to save the yaoi volumes aside for me. I'd need two lifetimes to read them all, so I am content to just browse at random. Most are shitty, and let's not speak about the agrammatical English, but a few are really cute.)
LIFE
Work is currently eating my life. And then it is too damned hot.
MOVIES!!
Quicksilver was probably the best thing of the latest X-Men movie. I am increasingly happy to see Ellen Page on screen. I love Jennifer Lawrence, but Mystica's was slightly less of a waste than the screentime given to Peter Dinklage. They can do better and the script was poor. I love the fake title as Erik, NO. It's just the same, always the same, yawn-inducing.
Guardians of the Galaxy look all too pleased with themselves in the trailer. It makes me yawn, rather than hope. We'll see...
I miss Pacific Rim. Last summer was truly a cinematic blast.
I am addicted to Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. Those foodimals are so sweet they make my teeth rot. Sam Sparks rocks and I like her team very much. HERS. Not that silly male protagonist's. But his father is love. Love of pickles!