Get in on the John

In a shocking break from tradition, I have decided to post before a week has passed since my last one. I will now tell you about my day. And follow the previous sentence by not telling you about my day. You know, so far Jonathan Hoover has been the only guy who has read my last post and survived. You see, he has been the only one who had the survival skills that it took to know that when I say that heads will explode unless comments are made, I mean that by not commenting you put yourself in mortal danger of making your brain homeless, is what I meant. Just listen the testimony of just one of my many (dis)satisfied readers who neglected to comment:
"The.. pain.. the mortal... pain... So... loud... I-I went to read John's latest post and when I just closed the page after reading it and left, this ear-piercing voice started screaming "Noooo" from my speakers. Now I have no head. It exploded. Why-oh-why didn't I listen to what he told me? Why didn't I comment? Whhyyyy!"
This could be you. Comment. It's the safe thing to do. Oh and if you don't actually believe that heads can spontaneously explode, check out this article from MIT about this very real and very possible phenomenon. Mwhahahahahaha!!!!

On a less life threatening note, I just not more than a couple hours ago had the privilege of being able to watch "The house of Flying Daggers". If you've ever seen "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" or "Hero", then you know what to expect. Lots of amazing surreal fights and more than enough pretty colors for everyone. This one, however, was less about the fighting and destiny and honor and more about the relationships between the three main characters: a blind woman ( played by the chick who stole the sword in crouching tiger ) and the two men who love her. Good plot. Not at all stereotypical. Basically, it's set in the feudal era of china or something, and the emperor is weak and the government corrupt. To combat this government an organization is formed in secret called, of course, the house of flying daggers. And dude, can their daggers fly! I mean, they throw them straight at guys protecting themselves with shields, and they bounce off, try to curve around the shields, bounce off again, try to come at the soldiers from above, and then finally deflect off the bronze shields to clatter to the ground. It's like they're alive or something. Pretty cool. Anyway, there are these two soldiers fighting for the government who capture the blind girl, and because she is the blind daughter of the ex-leader of the resistance, one of them pretends to be a freedom fighter, stages her escape, and tries to get her to fall in love with him in order to persuade her to lead them to the hiding place of the hidden daggers. That was the plan, anyway. Of course he ends up really falling in love with her, but twists and turns abound in the plot line, enough so that I dare you to figure out what will happen at the end before you get halfway through the film. No way to know. And I like that in a movie. It's hard to be surprised when most movie plots are Disney-like cesspools of unoriginality.

Well, that will be all for now, I'm going to spend the weekend at my aunt's with my cousins Matthew and Carolyn. Yay! That will be fun, and hopefully it will help me escape the evil influence of the TV, which I am powerless against. Until next time, dear readers, I bid you adieu.