More Matrix spoiler type stuff behind the cut.
So, the more I think about it, the more pissed off I get.
I feel cheated.
I’m one of those people that thought The Matrix actually said something. Who walked out of the theater in stunned silence thinking about the premise behind it. I expected Reloaded to continue that line, and it didn’t.
You know how I’m feeling right about now?
How I did at the end of Tim Burton’s Planet of the Apes. How something had gone from being pretty damned good to being something that completely disgusted me in a matter of moments.
I’m not alone in this, either.
Sure, lump me in with all the “internet whiners” if you wish. I could give a shit. All I know is that there are a hell of a lot of people on the ‘net right now who, like me, feel like they did the day they found out that there was no Santa Claus.
Had it not been for the good company, I would feel like 2 hours of my life had been thrown away. The fact that I was assailed afterwards for daring to think the movie was anything less than divine kind of puts a damper on THAT particular emotion as well.
I’m not going to make a comment so bold as “I won’t go see Revolutions” becuase I know it’s not true. Because I know that I’m a whore for science fiction movies and I’ll go plop down 8 bucks just like everyone else who is bashing Reloaded. I think I might go see it alone, though. That way when I’m all pissed off and mopey afterwards I don’t have to hear shit about it.
Damn I’m cranky.
Could be because I was up until 1 AM. I’m back in one of my “hyperactive” modes again, and I’ve hardly spent any time at home in the last four days. It’s pretty cool, to tell the truth. I feel productive again.
I had to get some new crap for my cats at Wal-Mart today. Ok, had to isn’t the proper way to put that. I felt obligated to. I’ve really been neglecting them in the past few months, and the fact that they are constantly fielding flat out hatred from my roommate hasn’t done much to improve their situation. Angel is still pooping near the front door, so I did some research and took some steps to try and fix it. Turns out she may have had a urinary tract infections. I did notice her coming out of the box and wiping herself on a carpet. Apparently once that happens, the cat starts to assocaite the box with pain and becomes averse to it. So I got her a new box, and cat litter that is soft to match the carpet she has been going on. I got a carpet to put under the box as well. Got some cat food that wasn’t the cheap assed stuff, specially formulated to help fight Urinary infections. Got them some wet food. New collars. Flea control medicine. Scratching post.
All told I spent about 55 dollars on them.
Excessive? Yeah, maybe. Thing is, like a parent, I decided to adopt them and it is my responsibility to see that they are happy. If they exhibit bad behavior I can only blame myself if I’m not taking an active role in preventing it. SO…I’m going to try and remedy that situation with them.
Hopefully I’ll have fat and happy cats soon.
And on that exciting note, I think I’m going to go take a stroll through downtown Tampa and see what kind of interesting stuff I can find.