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Grandma is still in the hospital, but she's feeling tons better and managed solid food all day. The docs are just waiting to see if input=output without distress before discharging her, and I'm all for that. Mom threw a hissy fit over the fact that I didn't purchase travel insurance, which wtf!, it isn't her money anyway. She started up on her usual crazylooneytunes after implying that I didn't bother to ask the travel folks about the feasibility of getting my money back (again, 1)she's nutty, 2)none of her bloody business, and 3) she seriously thinks I have the mental capacity of something that lacks mental capacity), so I ended up leaving the house for the city earlier than I'd initially planned. Made my way to Macy's and found a nice dinner dress. Not the one I'd drooled over yesterday but one I think cute and worthy enough to be worn on the day I hit three decades. I then met up with Littlest Bro and went to see the new movie Splice.
Splice. I just, yeah. There are no words.
No, you know? Fuck that. I'm going to dig deep and try to find words, working my way past the WTF face I wore as I left the theatre. I was excited about this movie because of the B+ rating it'd gotten from The Onion's AV Club. Which makes what I sat through for 90-plus minutes that much more disappointing (and way to cause a loss of faith, AV Folk). ( Here be spoilers and lots of attempts at me trying to convey my mind being boggled in words )
Splice. I just, yeah. There are no words.
No, you know? Fuck that. I'm going to dig deep and try to find words, working my way past the WTF face I wore as I left the theatre. I was excited about this movie because of the B+ rating it'd gotten from The Onion's AV Club. Which makes what I sat through for 90-plus minutes that much more disappointing (and way to cause a loss of faith, AV Folk). ( Here be spoilers and lots of attempts at me trying to convey my mind being boggled in words )