Thursday, March 08, 2007

I'll probably see 300, and I may even like it. But I can't help giggling at A.O. Scott's negative review in the New York Times, especially this bit;

Hot Gates, indeed! Devotees of the pectoral, deltoid and other fine muscle groups will find much to savor as King Leonidas (Gerard Butler) leads 300 prime Spartan porterhouses into battle against Persian forces commanded by Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro), a decadent self-proclaimed deity who wants, as all good movie villains do, to rule the world.

Orcs Persians come runnin' for the great taste of manflesh! I'm not sure why exactly, but this has me picturing a movie of Michelle Malkin and Anne Coulter exchanging cunnilingus while watching Matt Sanchez pornos.

I had a busy day yesterday. It was the first day in an annoying while that I was able to get real work done on my comic, pencilling one page and inking two. I have a backlog of pages to colour, but that's never been a problem.

I listened to Ian Christie's commentary for A Canterbury Tale while inking, and a shot of Colpeper with a scythe reminded me I still had gardening to do. So at 1am, I went into the backyard and continued with the planting, now dropping the little flowers into small, pitch black holes I dug in the dim porch light. What tedium. I planted eight plants before I went inside and saw I'd only been at it for thirty minutes. It felt, as Robert Smith might say, like a hundred years. Or maybe a quote from "The Hanging Garden" would be more appropriate. Something from Pornography, anyway.

I see it's nearly five o'clock, and Sonya's recommended I watch I Know Where I'm Going. Her recommendation is my command, so now you know where I went . . .

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