Arrgh. This week has been super busy, and it's only Tuesday (though at it's end). The Wilsons have been under the weather, and I've been swamped at work. Last night I finished watching BloodRayne. A terrible, terrible movie, Adventurers. I kind of recommended it to my brother, simply in terms of the "it's so bad you have to see it", vein, but I'm not sure it's even worth watching along those lines (although there is a sex scene which involves bare breasts, so let me go ahead and point that out before Crackbass jumps on me saying that this film has no redeeming qualities). What really amused me about the BloodRayne DVD is that it contains an interview which is conducted with Uwe Boll, the director, in a "sitting down for dinner with Uwe Boll" format in which the interviewer dines with Boll and probes his mind for the secrets of cinematic genius. It's pretty hilarious to watch, given the fact that they go so far as to cite Alone in the Dark and House of the Dead as two of his standout films (maybe he is the master of video game-to-film moviemaking, but that's a pretty small, crappy category, and it's not even clear that Uwe is the king of the hill on that particular mound of sh*t).
Not much else to report. I'm kind of bitter that I never made it into Barton Springs proper this weekend (although I did make a brief trip to the spillover). I overheard this girl at the spillover telling her girlfriend that Barton Spring is her religion because it revitalizes her soul. Amen, sister. Amen.