I just wanted to clarify something. That entry the other day, about people who aren't talking to me, it wasn't a ruse to get more comments to my posts or anything like that. I've been getting comments fine. Anyway, I decided a while back that I wouldn't let that get to me. No, it was about the fact that there are specific people who I've heard little or nothing from for quite some time. Four, actually. Three of them have since come forward and said 'hiii', but one still hasn't, but, hey. They probably don't even realise I mean them.
Just so you know it wasn't a 'comment now!' thing.
Went to see Kill Bill Vol. 2 on Saturday. 'Twas good, as I would rightly have expected and it was interesting that while it wasn't The Bride herself who killed Budd, he was killed by the snake that was her viper squad codename. I just thought that was a lovely little idea. And the ending? Spot on, killing him with that particular blow.
Eyeballs being squashed on the floor tend to make me wince, however, even if it was so very obviously made of plastic.
The dialogue, as you'd expect from a Tarantino screenplay, was sharp, witty and second to none. Apparantley he wants to do an animated prequel now. This reminds me of something, but I'm sure I don't know what. (Still. The Matrix was a far inferior film series to Kill Bill, and it is easy to compare them since they were borne out of the same kind of idea - basically a kung fu movie for 'our' generation).
But now, work. Essay. *sigh*. .
I feel: okay