Having never laid eyes on a Quentin Tarantino flick before, I found Kill Bill to be a welcome breath of fresh, blood splattered air. Real-life CEO Brian took out us out for lunch and a movie, and so I sat in the theatre with a stomach full of Chili’s, ready for a generic action flick.
Within the first three minutes of the film, a hearty amount of blood had already spilled across the screen. The movie continued on in the same severed vein for another hour and fifty minutes, but boy was it a stylish hour and fifty minutes. While this was by far the goriest movie I’ve ever seen, it was a good kind of gore, if such a thing is possible.
One scene in the latter half of the movie really gave the much vaunted “Burly Brawl” from Matrix Reloaded a run for the money. In fact, I’d say that all of the action scenes were top notch. I implore you, gentle reader, to go see it!
If rumors are correct, gentle reader, then Ice Mountain water comes straight from a place that’s very near–too near, you might say–to my heart. Whenever you hear the phrase “spring water,” don’t you envision serene, tree-dotted landscapes untouched by civilization? Too bad the folks at Nestle don’t share the same vision, as they apparently siphon gallons and gallons of the stuff from Lake, oh, MICHIGAN.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Some batches actually do spring from exotic lands such as Pennsylvania. Some batches, however, hail from a top secret location found but a few miles away. Call it a mirage or a mind trick or what have you, but I swear I’ve driven by the location a few times. This might be the same Shangri-la that people jog by, swim in, throw stuff into, use for kayak races, and, you knew this was coming, pee in. And you know what? I’m going to protest by drinking bottle after bottle after bottle, since we get them for free at work.
Apatheticism (n.): the most useful word that never existed, one that is very appropriate for the moment. But things are picking up, gentle reader, and the game will be afoot soon enough.