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Yet another post that blogger has eaten. I get the feeling that this is an attempt to make me buy blogger Pro. Well, I won't! I will never submit... *mutters incoherently*

But yeah. Spring break is almost over. This is a nasty thought. I've actually had fun this break; I've seen people who are not in my immediate family, and I've gotten some stuff done. Go me! Three days left 'til school...

Not going to think about that anymore.

My brother and I are going to see Daredevil today. It's supposed to be pretty good for a comic book movie. And it has Colin Farrell in it. Don't look at me like that... I'm looking forward to the opportunity to turn the productive bits of my brain off for a couple of hours.

The soundtrack is pretty good. The bro bought it, and I "borrowed" it to make a copy. It has a couple of Evanescence songs on it, which is a thing to make Hannahs happy. "My Immortal" is one of the prettiest songs I've heard pretty much ever. If any of my multitudinous (hah!) readers haven't heard it, it should be listened to. Not downloaded, oh, no, cause that would be illegal, see, and I don't condone illegal actions. Really. The only thing with it is that PELT (prolonged exposure leads to--thank you, Erica) depression, cause even though it's pretty, it's kind of haunting.

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Daredevil was decent, as far as comic book movies go. I have no idea how true it is to the comic, as I haven't read it. (Warning: There may or may not be spoilers embedded in the following paragraph. Read at your own discretion.) The only continuity error that bothered me significantly is that almost the entire movie is told as a flashback, prompted by Daredevil musing at the beginning that your entire life really does flash before your eyes, even if you're blind. This implies that he's dying. However, the wound he receives is apparently not that life-threatening, as he goes on to kick Bullseye's butt without breaking much of a sweat, and certainly not favoring that shoulder much if at all. Stupid plot holes. And I wanna know how they're going to bring Elektra back. Obviously she is coming back, but she dies, dang it! I liked Colin Farrell, even though he's the sadistic hired killer. He was entertaining. He kills an annoying old woman with an airline peanut; it doesn't get much more amusing than that. Unless, of course, you count his incredibly lost tone of voice when he says, "He made me miss." No, I'm not obsessing. Not at all. Just because my favorite bits had Bulleye in them...

I have a feeling I'm getting another look.

[ETA: I feel I have to justify this by saying that I didn't like the movie nearly as much the third time around. Or Colin Farrell.]

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Life is very good right now. And this makes me edgy. I have this vague feeling that something is about to go horribly wrong, and I have absolutely no reason to. Nothing this good lasts long. But it has. And there is absolutely no indication that anything nasty is going to happen. It's just that these are the kind of days that you remember with a smile when you're 45; the problem with this is that it always goes downhill from there. I think I may be jinxing it by being paranoid. Oh, well. Trevor can be the optimist.