Woke up sick and with nightmares. Icky. Headcold, one of those feverish stuffy-head-with-drip, and I'd just killed someone with a rock cause they were going to kill me, my husband, and my son. We were all chinese, locked in a house, and it took forever to actually bash through his skull, which I needed to do cause he wouldn't diw, cause I wasn't very strong. *shudder*
Too many movies lately, I think, or something. :P
Oh, speaking of, I watched Kung Pow the other day. It's a comedy-type thing where they take a '70s Hong Kong flick and bluescreen in an actor's face, coupled with a couple of redone scenes and a re-cut so nothing is in the correct order but instead follows their own plot. It starts of painfully, but gets really funny in the middle and the end is pretty cool.
Too many movies lately, I think, or something. :P
Oh, speaking of, I watched Kung Pow the other day. It's a comedy-type thing where they take a '70s Hong Kong flick and bluescreen in an actor's face, coupled with a couple of redone scenes and a re-cut so nothing is in the correct order but instead follows their own plot. It starts of painfully, but gets really funny in the middle and the end is pretty cool.