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This is a movie I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever in my life see. Not ever. I don’t care how long it’s been it’s still not long enough. I’m talking about Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center, the film based on the attacks on 9/11. I just watched the trailer despite my better judgement. My first reaction upon learning that there was a movie coming out was total anger. To borrow a quaint euphamism from my favourite film critic these Hollywood grassfuckers have commodified an event so monumentally devastating that some no-name dumbass Canadian (ie, me!) can be brought to tears by the very thought of said event.

I have never been to war, I have never witnessed rascism in its most violent state (at least I think I haven’t) but I have had a Where-Were-You moment and that’s 9/11. And I am never going to watch any of these dumbass films that are being churned out by Hollywood to make money off of this tragedy. I simply won’t because I can’t. It breaks my heart to think of it and makes me see red at the same time. Don’t they understand that it’s not good enough that it’s done with the “utmost respect” for the families of victims or that people don’t actually need to see Nicolas Cage try desperately to act in a movie that is not supposed to be made? Obviously they don’t or else they wouldn’t have picked that fucker Oliver Stone to make this shitty movie in the first place.

I can’t even stand the man’s name anymore. He’s so desperate for that fucking Oscar that he’ll step on every throat he can to get to it. It’s a shame that he has to masturbate all over such a huge tragedy in the process because if it is to ever be done it should be done well. I have very little faith in the man to actually pull off such a task because he has let me down so often in the past. The only film that I will willingly watch of his more than once is Schindler’s List. Ever since that film he’s just sucked so damn hard.

Ugh, this has made me really mad. I hate that they make movies about 9/11. I don’t even care if they might actually be well done because some things should not be touched. And what angers me even more is that I, seemingly, should not care, but I do. I really do. I can’t help but to care because it changed my whole perspective of the world.

Edit: No wonder why I like Schindler’s List. It wasn’t directed by him!

Well, I’m a few days behind on this but I’m still going to discuss the recent season finale of The Office which is - arguably - one of the funniest shows on television now that Arrested Development is gone. Let’s all have a moment of silence for AD before we continue.

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Alright. Well, the finale wasn’t exactly earthshattering as the finale to Lost promises to be. Frankly, though, I’m so sick of these stupid questions that Lost raises that I’d gladly see a mundane season finale on that show. I’m not sure whether the writers even know what kind of a grave they’ve dug for themselves yet. It looks to me like they’re trying to ignore the fact that they don’t actually have any answers to give us anymore by making more questions. I’ve actually stopped watching the show on television because I’m so tired of all this crap. I find it’s best to watch a few episodes at a time on the computer to get my dose of Lost. But I’ve digressed. I’m not gonna talk anymore about that silly show.

Back to the other silly show! If you haven’t seen the season finale of The Office I suggest you stop reading cause this post is heavy on the spoilers. I mean, c’mon. You can’t talk about the finale without talking about … you know!

So the show ended with Casino Night, a charity event organized by Michael to benefit the Boy Scouts of America. Or Aids. Or Comic Relief. Well, one of them. Several fun things happened that I quite enjoyed. I love the fact that Creed is apparently a kleptomaniac. That only adds more to his sadly under-developed character. I mean, the man wants to donate his winnings to the Scranton soup kitchen where he recommends the pea soup, for crying out loud! We haven’t learned this much about him since Halloween.

And how can we forget about Michael? He invites Jan and his real estate agent to the casino night and they both come? I loved, loved, loved the fact that Jan actually likes Michael. It just goes to show how screwed up this woman is. She obviously knows that having an affair with one of her employees is wrong but yet:

She brought an overnight bag!!!!!!!!! :-O She was totally ready to cry when she left too. Poor Jan.

Finally, the only other thing that I want to comment on is - of course - the kiss. Every single female (prove me wrong, ladies!) who watches this show has been waiting with baited breath for Pam and Jim to finally, finally do something about their Enormous Sexual Tension. Jim’s admission to Pam was very sweet and I wanted to bawl as I watched that tear slip down his cheek. He’s pouring his heart out to her and she’s absolutely stunned. Do you suppose it’s true that she thought they were friends? Is it really possible that she doesn’t feel anything for Jim other than sisterly love? God, I hope not. This is killing me.

And of course, it finally happens. Two seconds left in the show and they give us hungry dogs what we want:

What the hell kind of a kiss is that??? I kiss my mother with more tongue than that! I wanted to throw my computer out the window. But alas, it’s quite obvious, isn’t it? It’s a goodbye kiss. Jim’s definitely going to take that transfer now. If he can’t have Pam he’s not gonna stick around and moon anymore. I say good for you, boy, but seriously, don’t go. I’ll miss you! We need a Pretty Boy and B.J. Novak’s cute but he ain’t you, Halpert!

*Sigh* So ya. Those are my thoughts on the season finale of The Office. I’m glad the show is picking up more viewers cause it’s really quite funny. If you’re reading this and you haven’t watched the show, you should go and check out the show. It’s incomparible to the original BBC show, but it’s still an amusing piece of work.

‘Til next time! 23 more days until Italy

Spring cleaning in progress. I’ve finally begun tackling the smelly hovel that is my bedroom. Some times I hate it so much that I sleep in the guest bedroom to get away from it. That shouldn’t be allowed. Your bedroom is supposed to be your sanctuary. You’re not supposed to try and escape from it! It isn’t actually that bad, though. I’ve cleaned the rabbit’s cage and eventually he’ll emerge from beneath my bed and rejoice. He’s not a happy camper right now, I can tell you that much. I thought he may have escaped at some point because he normally runs out when I come upstairs but nope, he was just hiding in a corner. Further proof that animal’s have a sixth sense. The little bugger knew the vacuum was coming!

Plans for Italy continue. Jen K. hooked me up with a wonderful friend of her’s that went backpacking through Europe a few years ago and she’s an absolute font of information. She’s even taken the time to suggest a couple of itineraries for me which is amazing. The stuff that she crammed into them I have never even thought of! I’m quite grateful for all of her help.

The saving of money goes as planned as well. I’m working at a convenience store around the corner from my house right now and I’m looking for some other work as well. I’m worried that I may not get hired until the beginning of June but even so, I’m still going to look. Tonight I’m going to rewrite my resume and get my ass out there tomorrow. It’s not difficult, looking for a job, because everyone is hiring right now (Hello, the beginning of summer). It’s just time-consuming and physically exhausting because you need to be fucking chipper and sometimes I hate being chipper.

So school is out, summer has begun and I leave for Italy in 35 days! Viva la summer!