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I swear to God, if I get into trouble over this, I'm busting heads...
So anyway, there I am at the fucking Disney Store. Sometimes I wonder, am I being fucking filmed? I mean, shit just follows me...
So I'm trying to purchase a Valentine's Day present and the girl at the counter goes to get me a new one in a box. While I wait, I have to use the phone behind the counter to activate my credit card so someone else is pushing buttons for me and I can't hear a goddamn thing the Citibank guy is saying cause there's all that seven fucking dwarf music in the background and...
The cashier girl finally comes back and starts opening the box so I can check the merchandise but suddenly like Kikaida when Professor Gil plays his flute, she clamps her hands over her ears. I'm like WTF?!
She points to the box. "It's the styrofoam. I can't stand the squeaking noise it makes. It just gives me chicken skin."
"Umm, lemme try to do that then."
"Thanks." And she stands five feet away from me with her hands over her ears as I squeaked styrofoam. I looked around to see if there were two more Disney workers: one with hands covering the eyes, the other with hands covering the mouth.
Right after that incident, I nearly reached across the counter at the Circuit City merchandise return and strangled a dweeb with his tie. I just don't feel like going into that but let's just say that if I ever run into the dweeb again, I swear I'm gonna go Lethal Weapon on his ass.
I just should not go fucking shopping already.
One little thing I didn't mention in the Spunker toilet review. I'm growing seriously fucking old man. I can't handle rides already. On top of going to the Punahou Carnival on zero sleep, I was fucking nauseous. I guess cause of the space, Hawaii can only get rides that tend to rotate very quickly. I don't think I can handle that already.
The next night we tried this restaurant whose name I can't remember. Kumi Bistro I think. That was pretty fucking good and the prices weren't all that bad.
You know what? I can't remember a damn thing that happened since my last entry. All I know is, my sleep schedule is kinda peachy right now so I'm being ultra-protective. If anything I'm slacking a tad on gym. Oh fuck it.
Payback wasn't the most original movie ever made-- understatement of the century. But it's very rare that a film can just exude utter coolness. The last Mel Gibson movie I really liked was Tequila Sunrise and daresay, this is his best performance and movie since. (I didn't think Braveheart was all that, so there.)
I mean, the music, the violence. For once, Mel Gibson was Lethal Weapon/Mad Max bad ass again. This movie was just so bad ass. It's the kinda movie that makes you buy the soundtrack to play in your car on your way to school so you're ready to not take any shit from your teachers and boss.
But like I said, it ain't the most original thing on the planet. You can see everything coming, but I guess it's the way you do it that counts. Reports are that Mel Gibson threw out the director and re-filmed the last third or something. It would be interesting to see the director's cut on that one.
Only thing is, no matter what he's doing, Mel Gibson can't be 100% bad ass anymore. You always get the feeling he's joking around. (Although thank God, they cut out that part in the commercials where he growls at the dog and the dog whimpers.) Throughout the movie, I kept thinking, gosh, this would have been so amazing if someone like Chow Yun Fat was the star instead. He would have been so bad ass, and there would've been a lot more guns too.
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