Morgoth Bauglir: A day in the life of a Dark Lord

WWCD? (What Would Cthulhu Do?) No, for the last time, I'm not a cultist!

Sunday, April 20, 2003

Impressive...Most impressive. But you are not a Jedi, yet.
This weekend has been quite sublime, really. First of all, we had Good Friday off. Yippee! Thus it was that Aaron and I took advantage of our time off and went to see Bullet-Proof Monk. Now, I have been a fan of John Woo's work with Chow Yun-Fat in some of their earlier collaborations, such as The Corrupter and Hardboiled. Thus, I had high hopes for an enjoyable kung-fu flick. While it was fun, there were many aspects that I felt were missing. First of all, Chow Yun-Fat came across as really just some hokey ass-kicker. It was hard to get a handle on him as this awesome martial artist who could do just about anything. Also, I felt that some plot aspects were simply tossed in with no thought as to their consequences, and then thrown out once their usefulness was spent. After seeing the movie, Aaron and I proceeded to loiter around Northtown. At that point, we ran across a rather singular sight. In the food court, there were several of what appeared to be mannequins. On closer examination, I realized that these were not merely statues, but rather living models holding stock still. Rather creepy, really. I said as much to Aaron, who concurred. It was like something out of the old Star Trek episode, "The Squire of Gothos." It must be noted that all of the girls were quite comely, and not without appeal. It was thus that Aaron and I fruitlessly attempted to coax a reaction from these waxen lovelies. At one point, a girl who had stood lock-kneed for too long actually fainted. It was quite humorous, really. Towards the end of the show, this one girl walked up behind one of the male models and squeezed his ass. That was what passed for amusement. Shortly thereafter, we vacated the mall and headed downtown. There, we spent some time in Auntie's and Uncle's, a cool used bookstore and game store. Afterwards, we rented Terry Gilliam's 12 Monkeys, one of my personal favorites. It's weird, but really cool.
Yesterday, Aaron and I went down to the local driving range and hit golf balls. While neither of us was in any danger of actually doing well at it, we had a good time, and the sun was out, so that helped. After that, we headed down to Riverfront Park. We walked along the water hoping to perhaps attract the attentions of some of the nubile young ladies who passed by, but to no avail. We then stopped by Boo Radley's, a nifty little store that sells just about everything weird on the planet. We then booked it back to campus and Border's, where I bought a collection of tales from the Cthulu Mythos. Easter has been uneventful, mainly spent in quiet meditation and thought. I suppose that wraps things up here.