Saw 3D. How glad I am that I did not pay to see it in theatres.

Things tend to happen in a domino-like effect. For example, when I replaced my audio receiver, I ended up keen to purchase new discs to exercise the audio capabilities it offers. As I type this essay pile of shit, I am indeed viewing The Muppets. Like a certain other film that capitalises on a relic of my childhood, instead of trying to pretend like nothing has changed in the numerous years since the cast was really heard from last, it acknowledges those years. Unfortunately, this alone does not guarantee quality.

Neurobigots can all go to hell. I will be happy to send them.

I suppose that I should learn to not be surprised by how disappointed I can get with people in the media, but the shooting in the Century 16 cinema at Aurora, Colorado has brought out a level of bullshit that I just find so disheartening to be on the same planet as. Previously, I wrote about a gun lobbyist rhetoric proclaiming the Wild West fantasy that if everyone in the theatre had a firearm, the death toll would be lower. First, so what? One person being shot dead when they were only out in search of a good time is still wrong. Second, when dozens of people start shooting, stray bullets tend to kill more than just “the offender”.