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Apr. 17th, 2004 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksSo many little things to note.
Bro and I saw Kill Bill, Vol. 2 last night. Good cinema. Not as much blood as the first one, but the pacing was better. And it featured an adorable little girl ("What happened, Daddy? Were you a baaaaad daddy?"). While Tarantino's mother dialogue was slightly cliched, Uma did an outstanding job of getting across the emotion most women feel when it comes to their children. Hells, even I felt all touched and wanting to having lil' Fredericks of my own. Luckily the feeling passed. I think it happened around the time I looked down and discovered nacho cheese all over the right sleeve and bottom right half of my hoodie. Leading to lots of cries of "Nachos!" and melodramatic fist shaking at the sky from my brother and I.
Grandma's dog got fucked the eff' up by some pitbulls last night. It's really sad, but I know how the little spitfire is. Why is it always the little dogs that want to take on the world? It's like they have balls too big for their bodies and are trying to compensate for something. Which is ironic in this case, seeing as this dog was fixed because it tried to hump everything in sight. Fido (named "Frodo" by the aunt that initially had him, then changed to "Fido" because Grandma has no clue about Lord of the Rings) apparently took it into his head to say hello to the neighbor's pitbulls. And, well, I guess dogs don't take too kindly to other dogs coming up in their grill snapping at their heels because Fido's drugged up and wrapped up like a mummy. Poor guy. Guess he never learnt the lesson: come correct, or don't come at all. Now he knows (and knowing is half the battle). /afterschool special vibe
Eh, have to go to Le Shack. I have so much to say here. Guess I'll get it down when I come back in.
Bro and I saw Kill Bill, Vol. 2 last night. Good cinema. Not as much blood as the first one, but the pacing was better. And it featured an adorable little girl ("What happened, Daddy? Were you a baaaaad daddy?"). While Tarantino's mother dialogue was slightly cliched, Uma did an outstanding job of getting across the emotion most women feel when it comes to their children. Hells, even I felt all touched and wanting to having lil' Fredericks of my own. Luckily the feeling passed. I think it happened around the time I looked down and discovered nacho cheese all over the right sleeve and bottom right half of my hoodie. Leading to lots of cries of "Nachos!" and melodramatic fist shaking at the sky from my brother and I.
Grandma's dog got fucked the eff' up by some pitbulls last night. It's really sad, but I know how the little spitfire is. Why is it always the little dogs that want to take on the world? It's like they have balls too big for their bodies and are trying to compensate for something. Which is ironic in this case, seeing as this dog was fixed because it tried to hump everything in sight. Fido (named "Frodo" by the aunt that initially had him, then changed to "Fido" because Grandma has no clue about Lord of the Rings) apparently took it into his head to say hello to the neighbor's pitbulls. And, well, I guess dogs don't take too kindly to other dogs coming up in their grill snapping at their heels because Fido's drugged up and wrapped up like a mummy. Poor guy. Guess he never learnt the lesson: come correct, or don't come at all. Now he knows (and knowing is half the battle). /afterschool special vibe
Eh, have to go to Le Shack. I have so much to say here. Guess I'll get it down when I come back in.
