Glorious Towel Day

DP2 - cocaine and baby legs

   Oh, it was good. Not nearly as good as the first movie since the story wasn't quite as thought through. Not at all as tight. It had a great many instances when I laughed out loud but it's Deadpool - if you don't laugh out loud someone fucked up. This time Ryan Reynolds had his handsome fingers nestled in with the script writing, and since we've grown to know little by little that Ryan Reynolds in fact is some sort of AU Wade Wilson I can partly excuse the weak story. But not the first major character death.
   Lots and lots of silly one-liners and poking fun at DC. And Marvel. And just about everything else on the planet.

   A bit in to the movie I thought I spotted a familiar face I needed to check out on IMDB. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Went to Wikipedia and lo and behold! There he was! Sala Baker! Credited as playing the adult version of kid villain Russell Collins. Sala Baker is great. Check out Sala Baker.

EDIT:
This article from the Mary Sue explains my feelings quite well.

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Me: FUCKING HELL I'M SO STRESSEEEEED OUT ABOUT MONEY.
My brain: Buy some more books and comics.
Me: BUT THAT COSTS MONEY.
My brain: So?
Me: I'M STRESSED ABOUT MONEY. THEY COST MONEY.
My brain: But they're books and comics.
Me: Good point. *click* I spent the money.

The Hutt Recommends: The Road

The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

   Only about thirty pages into this book I was just about ready to put it down and never pick it up again. Reason? I really don't like children. There's nothing like a child to infuriate me into impossible dimensions. They're an inconvenience in any given situation and in The Road whats left of humanity is dealing with a lot of serious post-apocalyptic stuff. However, I did decide to soldier on and continue. I have after all finished much more maddening books.
   Skip forty pages ahead and I was thoroughly hooked.

   In a post-apocalyptic world a man and his child are travelling along a road. Everything is gone. It burned down and there's nothing left. Except the Road. And surviving.

   It's dark, oh so dark, yet just when you think it can't get any worse... it lets you up for air and the sun finds its way through the clouds for just a moment. And that's when McCarthy will pull you under again and bury you under the ashes of his post-apocalyptic world.
   McCarthy is an author of few words - what you get is what you need to make your brain go in all kinds of dark directions.
   It was an amazing ride. 10/10 would go again.