  My dreams have finally come true. I can become Ash, can kick deadite bum, with my trusty double barrelled shotgun from S-mart, and my heh heh 'handy' chainsaw. There's a lot of blood spurting in this game, and instead of feeling slightly nauseated, like I usually do, I find it tremendously satisfying. Kurt thinks it's because I feel a pressing need for evil things to suffer and die. I tend to agree. Buffy is my favorite superhero, next to superman, and Ash is my favorite anti-hero, even though if he were to talk to me, I'd probably want to kick his head in for being impertinent.
Anyways, for the similarily blood thirsty, the game is called "Fistful of Boomstick" and you can get it for the PS2. Read the new Potter in 14 hours or so. Damn fine book, but now I need another to feed my addiction. (Books that is, I enjoy the wait between Potter books, as long as it's not ridiculous. ) I went to the library about two weeks ago though, and that was a big, sad, sorry zarking disappointment. It'd be great if I read romance novels, or lots and lots of childrens books. Their selection is abyssmal. I went in expecting at the least a lot of classic novels - you know those; it's 50-50 that you'll like the book or it will bore you so much you'll die.
Alas. not even a copy of "Middlemarch" (That's on my list of most boring, tried reading it eight seperate times. ) But, if I'm interested in heaving bosoms, and swashbucking brutal sailors who have tender sides and are capable of bring a woman to orgasm just by looking at her tenderly, weell, whoooooo eeeee, did i ever hit the jackpot. Yuck. So, now I'm reading "A Brief History of Time" again. Great book, but I want stories.
Saw the Hulk. Good solid movie, good special effects, and much more interesting than I would have thought, given it's about a big, green, angry fellow. It's a big screener; the special effects should not be wasted on my piddly 13 inch screen. I do have some criticisms of course, but it's a movie I'd happily gallavant off to see again. And that's it. 
