You know, I suspect that my iPod is more sentient than it's let on. For one thing, it appears to be able to sense my mood when put on shuffle. Faith? My Innocence? Touché, dear iPod, touché.
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Okay I am going to come right out and say it: Elektra wasn't all that bad. Typhoid Mary and Tattoo were fairly hot, the pool scene with Stick was cool, and Jennifer Garner doing one-armed pullups was... well, I appear to have run out of temperature descriptors. Warmish? Tepid? Whatever. The fight scenes were pretty well choreographed too.
Don't judge me! Although since I also liked Josie and the Pussycats, maybe I do need help. I'll just mosey on over to this corner alone now, shall I?
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How can you help but love a language which has the word schadenfreude in it?
Schadenfreude ist die schönste Freude (denn sie kommt von Herzen)
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I am steadfastly refusing to read too much into that iPod thing, seeing as I Touch Myself has just come on.
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ETA: Incidentally, and just to clear things up, the ranty posts from
the 24th and
25th of the month refer to one person. They're all tied together by one big, annoying fight with one big... yeah. You get it. So if you're looking at a single post from either of those days and thinking, "is this about who I think it is?" Well, no. It's not.
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