It's like going on holiday with your fuckin' aunt

28 Days Later is randomly on tv, and I'm disappointed because I missed all the nudity! And they totally cut out all the swearing... but had no qualms with leaving in all the bloody dismemberment and murder.

I could write an entire academic dissertation about the hypocrisy of North American puritanism... but that would mean I'd have to spend more than five seconds not thinking about myself, so I'd rather not go to the trouble.

Speaking of myself, I've been randomly not feeling well ever since Saturday. I probably have AIDS. Or the avian flu! Hopefully both.

ANYWAY - back to 28 Days Later. It was so weird because last night I had this dream where I lived in this really elegant country home, and it was all so awesome and beautiful... except that I was living with velociraptors and they kept trying to eat me so I was constantly running around the house trying to get away.

So they chase me outside and I walk right into that scene where Jim and Selena and Frank and his daughter are in the countryside and pigging out and everything, and Jim has this mouthful of raisins. And then the velociraptor takes off it's face and hands it to me.

My interpretation: Cillian Murphy likes raisins!

I finished Devil May Cry 3 today and (spoilers ahead) was delighted by the fact that the game included not one, not two, but three cutscenes in which the white-haired demon hero gets shot in the face by a catholic school girl.

I love my kahlua and everything, but it doesn't get me drunk anymore.