My alarm didn't go off this morning. Isn't it annoying when alarms do that? Nevertheless, my internal clock (girls aren't the only ones that have these...) told me to wake up fifteen minutes after my alarm was going to, so all was good.
Was dragged to Max Payne today. 'Twas an absolute and utter shitfest all the way through. I couldn't believe how awful one movie can be. Mark Wahlberg was, as per usual, abysmal in his rendition of Max Payne. And this is coming from someone who has never even played the video game series, that's just how awful he was in his role.
The plot?
Max Payne's wife is murdered. Max finds out who it was, and kills him. Then there's a twist, and it turns out it was someone else who did the deed, so Max kills him too.
The action?
Half-assed, overused scenes of Max overpowering his enemies and asking if they'd "seen this woman?".
Afterwards, we went to Ed's so I could grab a bite to eat; Meatball Parmigiana. It's a Subway beater, by miles. Then to squareyes for some zombie bashing, COD5-style.
Andrew's dad is quite the informative man. He explained to us how singers used to take cocaine "up their ass" so as not to ruin their voices... touché.
It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture (Steve).
Please check out my good friend Jason's newly revamped blog at www.JasonParmele.com
...and while you're at it, check out my other friend James' blog, right here on Blogger, at James-Brod.blogspot.com
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Now playing: R.E.M. - Bad Day
via FoxyTunes
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