Well, the long weekend's over and nothing earth shattering occurred. Not even a barbeque, sadly.
Jeremy and I finally went to see Matrix Reloaded on Monday night. It largely sucked ass. The fight scenes were too long, the plot was dubious and Morpheus blathered on so much that every time he was in peril, I not-so-secretly hoped he would bite it. I mean, you don't get to the climax of the film where a very delicate, very time-sensitive plan is about to be executed and then go on for ten minutes about destiny and sacrifice and shit. I mean, would you not just take that extra time before you had to go blow up stuff to double check that everyone brought their walkie-talkies or grappling hooks or whatever?
Well, I can't be alone in the "sucked ass" camp, since the film was only number one at the box office for one week.
Some good news, though: Eric bought us two tickets to see Eddie Izzard at the Wiltern the week before my birthday. Second row. Sweet. Er, Sexie, actually.
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