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I really hate getting international wrong numbers from countries where the language of choice isn't English.

I'm betting this was southeast Asia, possibly Thailand.

But the ones from China are always fun.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I have defeated the stupidity of the IMAX people! I have tickets for POA for Friday! Sold out my ass!

Yeah, that's right. Bite me, you bitches at IMAX.

Cheers, graeae!

A movie, a rant, and a link

Actually, not so much a rant as a statement of fact. Everyone who knows me knows that I function best when not around my family. My family is, of course, amazed by this fact.

But simple incidents where I tell my father that I want to get online asap so I can do a job app before an appointment to chat for CW are met with - at nine thirty - "I only heard you say nine."

Whoop-de-fuck. It's not like you haven't been told before that you have hearing problems. It's not like you weren't told this about four times. It's not like I'm not willing to get off the computer at any time other than a) when I'm doing job apps, or b) when I've an appointment to start a chat.

I need to move far, far away. Where I can dislike my family for being my family and being apparently unrelated to me, rather than loathing and hating them for the constant reminders of WHY I loathe and hate them.

Earlier in the day, though, I got to see Twist, which is the retelling of Oliver Twist, mainly from the Artful Dodger's pov, with the boys as street hustlers, Fagin as their pimp, and Bill Sykes as the person over all of it.

The lack of boys touching is more than made up for by the fact that Dodger is on heroin, as are all of the boys except Oliver, who's too new to have started, really.

And I have to say that my love of hustlers and junkies and associated violence is more than met by this movie, which is nearly squicky to me in one scene (perhaps only because I went with my mother). I recommend it whole heartedly - the acting is good, the casting is good, the screenwriting is BRILLIANT. The only thing I definitely didn't like was that some of the time you can't tell what the actors are saying and I think that some of the important bits are lost in that.

But to me it's a brilliant flick. Harsh, but brilliant.

And speaking of junkie hustlers, some people asked for the link, so here it is. Outsider Ink. My story is Riding Horse.

*whees about*