Saturday, June 08, 2013
The phenomenon that is the Furious franchise came as somewhat of a massive shock to me as I got to the cinema on Thursday night...
Fast and Furious 6 attendance at #Dubbo is mental, had to sit on the edge of the back row next to 12yo boys... #howembarrassing #atthemovies
— Katina V (@Katiinkaa) June 6, 2013
Then the audience were in fits of laughter for half of the film - I didn't find it all that amusing, but on asking two teenage boys afterwards and them saying it was awesome, I understood just a little bit. I think people have really gotten to appreciate the characters. I get that about LOTR or even Harry Potter and Twilight - but still, these guys?...
Anyway, I got through it. And it was alright.
Labels: car, Fast and Furious 6, film, Justin Lin, movie review, Paul Walker, Review of the Week, Vin Diesel
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
My horoscope was bullshit today.
Pushing the argument of the validity of horoscopes aside, any day when they turn to the subject of love/companionship I usually baulk - purely because it's not relevant.
Today's was something along the lines of that I'm about to enter a new phase centred on love and that today in particular I may meet someone uncommonly interesting.
I left for work knowing exactly how my day would pan out and being pretty certain that it wouldn't involve meeting anyone new, let alone interesting.
I ran late for work, again, and didn't really care. The day was as average as any other day.
I was on a normal sub-editing shift, stumbled across two potential stories I couldn't chase because of said sub-editing, had slices of the Finnish apple pie I finally made for lunch (because I like my decadence and money's tight before pay-night tomorrow - and it tasted fabulous), read up on some Adelaide and Sydney news and did more sub-editing. Blah.
I did step outside to sit in the sun for half an hour and read Empire but that's as far from the workplace as I got. Chance of interaction with a stranger: minimal. I also went to a Relay For Life meeting (as I'm on the volunteer committee), and now I'm about to watch the soccer. Day over. Eventfulness: zero (unless the Socceroos win).
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The point is really to say that giving me any form of excitement in this department through predictions hiding in the stars is unwise. Even if worded as nicely as it was today, I'd rather wake up to read something that's actually going to give me purpose to get through the day. Not crap that points out the everlasting lack of romanticism within my existence.
