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I went to see Mission Impossible 3 today with the Roomie. Philip Seymour Hoffman and the yummy, yummy, oh-so-nummy Ving Rhames counteracted the utter, batshit crazy of Tom Cruise, and I enjoyed the eyecandy. However, the movie brings nothing new to the table in terms of either plot or visual effects. In fact, it is a pictorial pastiche of every Secret Agent Man flick ever made. If you're looking for deep thoughts and cogent, socially relevant symbolism, give it a miss.
After the movies, we bought the Roomie some new shorts. He's lost so much weight by walking everywhere that his old ones have become dangerously loose. Yesterday, he nearly mooned an elderly Asian neighbor on his way to the dumpster, and more than once, I've caught him wandering around the apartment, clutching his pants to his waist. So we bought several pairs in a smaller size, as well as a few shirts. Indecent exposure charge averted.
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tkirk's Cold Case prompt, but I'm still three-way-tangoing with Ecklie and Grissom. Ew, not like that. Please, God, not like that.
After the movies, we bought the Roomie some new shorts. He's lost so much weight by walking everywhere that his old ones have become dangerously loose. Yesterday, he nearly mooned an elderly Asian neighbor on his way to the dumpster, and more than once, I've caught him wandering around the apartment, clutching his pants to his waist. So we bought several pairs in a smaller size, as well as a few shirts. Indecent exposure charge averted.
The next fic on the docket is
tkirk's Cold Case prompt, but I'm still three-way-tangoing with Ecklie and Grissom. Ew, not like that. Please, God, not like that.Tags: