prince of persia spoiler alert

even though i'm not sure how you could spoil something that is utterly predictable.

so i went to watch this movie because it was for freeeeee! and i love free. and it starts with a bunch of white people with british accents wearing heavy eyeliner. because the eyeliner makes white people look persian.

i'd like to take this opportunity to clarify that i am not a racist jerk. i hate everyone equally.

anyway, i have known people of persian descent. and their accents are not british. i'm pretty sure their accents weren't british back in the time this movie was supposed to take place either. i'm also pretty certain that none of them look like white people with eyeliner. white people with eyeliner look like that bitch little j on gossip girl.

i also think princess what's her face from the bond movie and jake g had zero chemistry. every time they stopped to stare into each other's eyes and risk their lives instead of saving the world, i wanted to scream. i didn't feel it. at. all. plus she was annoying.

and what was up with that? you have to save the world from evil and crazy bad guys are chasing you. so that seems like the perfect time to stop and almost kiss because..???

the best part of this movie is jake g's parkour skills. and most of the time, i think it was a stunt double anyway. but it's cool. and the ostrich guy is hilarious.

that is all. go watch it, you'll like it.

there's always next year

another nhl season has ended. i don't even think i care who the final 4 are at this point because the only thing that matters is that the canucks are not there. the city has gone from being canucks crazed to .. well, not. during the post-season, i saw people walking around in their jerseys and t-shirts, their flags waving on their cars. literally the next day, there was not a hint of blue and green to be seen anywhere. it's funny to me how fast these "fans" just turn it off. one day they claim to be in love, and the next they've moved on like it never happened. kind of like me and all the boys i've dated. except that by acknowledging that fact, i guess i've also acknowledged that it happened. but still, i'm in denial. stop interrupting.
as a fan that is still in love, i am sad. i didn't want to talk about it, but i've been forced to have conversations about what they could have done better, what changes need to be made, and who won't be coming back next year. i am not going to repeat any of those things here. i'm not an analyst. i don't know hockey the way some people (named arnold) know hockey. i can't recite stats, i don't know who screwed up the most (maybe i do. yeah, i'm talking about you kevin bieksuck), and i don't know what luongo needs to do to play like gold medal roberto luongo. but those things don't matter. what matters is that theses guys will shake it off. they'll go and have their off-season with their families (or at the roxy. yeah, i'm talking about you OB) and come back and start over next season. and i'll be there. i'll be ready. and i'll be cheering for them.

Happy Mamajama Day!

I wake up.
I take a shower.
I drink coffee and eat oatmeal.
I get a massage with my mamajama.
I get a facial with my mamajama.
I get my hair washed and blow-dried with my mamajama.
I watch the Canucks game with my family (and friend).
I eat delicious take-out.
The Canucks win.

That's a Happy Day right there. And if you haven't seen The Lookout, you should (I heart JGL).

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