I’m sitting here confirming to myself that Shoot Em Up is the greatest movie ever made and I have no one to tell.  The house is quiet, everyone’s asleep.  And even if they weren’t, they probably wouldn’t care that Clive Owen just shot the umbilical cord off of a baby, or that he’s put a dirty sock on it’s head to keep it warm.

But that’s exactly what people were used to reading on my blog.

So maybe the blog returns.  Who knows?

I’m going through withdrawal again, I’m still bored, I still hate a lot of stuff, etc, etc.  And Clive Owen just tried to pay for bullets with food stamps.  That kind of stuff deserves comment.  Fuck, the kids wearing a bullet proof vest bought with blowjob money.  I would have written this movie if I knew it was allowed.

So, good chance I’ve revived this blog for those who care.  Can’t be bothered with monarchophilia or any of the others.