After all of my Heroes rage, and after Tim Kring admitted that episodes one to six of series two sucked, I decided that I’d share a couple of happy thoughts with the world:
On the weekend, I had the finest piece of beef ever to walk on the Earth. If the Two Johns weren’t lying to me, and there is indeed a Cow Town, I just ate its Mayor, and still have some of it left in the fridge.
Tonight, I’m seeing Blade Runner: Final Cut. It is going to be the best thing in the world. Regardless of the changes to the film (and I’ve no idea what they are), I’m really looking forward to watching it without grain. It’s going to be supremely weird to watch the movie and to actually be able to see it.
“Goooood evening, JF!”
Yes, after tonight, my life will be complete. No further discussion will need to be entered into, and the next sixty or so years … who cares what happens? For on November 12th, 2007, I saw Blade Runner in HD.
I’m going to have to adjust my standards, but I’m not sure in which direction. And, for now, I’m spent.
(PS. Going to see The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward
Gerald Robert Ford to kill the time in between. I wonder what the spin on that movie’s going to be, and what I’m supposed to think of the characters? Thank you, Brad Pitt, for doing my job for me).