edge of tomorrow
i generally like the movies tom cruise is in. though for some reason i kinda don't like tom cruise. maybe cause he usually plays a dick that everyone puts up with and/or thinks is wonderful cause he's a super hero. cause in real life he's a dick who thinks he's a super hero? maybe that's it. anywho. i kinda like it cause the hot chick kills him. often. over and over and over. and over again and again. for some that might get a bit tiresome. but that's the thing that endeared the movie to me. shoot him again! yeah! that and he didn't score with the hot chick. ever. 1300 some deaths. no nookie. good on them. the movie makers and the characters. but... the movie was about 3 minutes too long. he dies saving the world. which is totally cool. but he doesn't stay dead. the inexplicable ending broke the rules of the fantasy world the movie had created. which shattered suspension of disbelief. so yeah. skip to the credits at the last kaboom. cause the movie's over.
so i received the following email yesterday. it was tagged as [suspected spam]. what do you think?
kindly confirm to us today if you have received your outstanding US$3,500,000.00 transfer from our paying bank, Citibank London.
I am waiting to hear from urgently for your funds transfer update.
i'm thinking... yeah. yeah it's spam.
where can i rent a tux?
we're going to beverly hills to collect an academy award. which we won for work we did at mova some 10 years ago. cool! totally. sorta. i immediately thought, and i'll bet you did too, that we'd be getting an oscar statuette thingy. like so
. but no. not really. here's the official announcement
. i'm sure it will be a very nice certificate. still cool. but not quite as cool as it could have been. maybe i can 3d print one. hrm... still am tickled an insufferable shade of pink.