v for vendetta.

i can't be bothered to review it. that's a job for reviewers. i just want to know how much of the movie actually had hugo weaving behind the mask. for real, i mean...it's obvious that he didn't do the martial arts or major knifework, but...we'll never know. what a sham, really. what a pity.

but seriously, if you haven't done so, watch the movie.

off the top of my head right now.

1. v for viciousness
2. v for vindication
3. v for voraciousness
4. v for validity
5. v for verification
6. v for virtuosity
7. v for virtuality
8. v for vitamins
9. v for vanity
10. v for violence
11. v for vapidness
12. v for vaginal
13. v for vacant
14. v for vagrant
15. v for virility
16. v for victim
17. v for vitality
18. v for virginity
19. v for vibrance
20. v for vitagen

there we go.

managed to get a banana pie from mcd's today. it left me feeling happy, especially since the last time i wanted it, the masterful surprise and i drove everywhere and didn't find anything. it's like it didn't exist anymore. the new fish mcdeluxe is worthwhile, too...the burger isn't much, but the spicy thousand island sauce is awesome.

i'm going to try finishing up the v for vendetta graphic novel later. now i'm partially obsessed with blowing things up. after all, ideas are bulletproof. sigh.

who wants to bomb the pm's department? maybe we can wear ultraman masks and sarongs. but seriously, i can't understand why the movie wasn't banned in malaysia. it's content sort of begs that question to be asked.
silly censorship board.

i saw tits for the first time on a malaysian screen! granted, it was a corpse, but it was shit enlightening.

is this the beginning of widespread degradation? i hope so.