Boston has been struck with some sort of water crisis. I’m not really sure what the crisis is; I just know that I can’t drink the water. Which naturally, makes me want to drink the water even more. Something about a water main breaking, and something, something, and then my eyes glaze over and I stop paying attention.
It’s all horse radish anyways. Apparently the worst thing it can do is give you diarrhea or something in a week. And let me tell you something, the shits and me are like peas and carrots. I actually prefer a nice liquid blast to some sort of sludgy hate crime. It makes clean-up so much easier.
Monday Morning Commute. Every Monday I’m going to detail the various things I’m either currently or will be watching, reading, playing, and listening to in the next seven days. It’s Monday. You’ve got a long week of school, work, or compulsive masturbation to get through. Tell me the arts that you’re indulging in, to stave off suicide.
Watching / Iron Man 2
If you’re any sort of frequent visitor to OL, you know that I have a dicklust for Iron Man 2/ RDJ / Scarlett Johansson / Tony Stark / Gadgets and Armor and Mechs that extends far beyond comprehensible scope. So yeah, the fucking Iron Man is returning for a second movie this Friday, and I’m stroking in anticipation.
Proverbially. It’s like, you know, just like, a metaphor. Or something.
Bear with me.
The movie isn’t doing as well as the original in the eyes of the critics, alas. What can you do? You know what they say about critics: cite them when they support your argument, dismiss them when they give you an opinion contrary to what you want to hear.
Either way, this movie is going to entertain me some some degree. I can feel it. Otherwise? Otherwise I’ll just lie to myself.