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I was on my way home from work today when the whiny hyperactive five year old child that is my brain started hopping up and down behind my eyes and yelling "DVD! DVD! DVD!". When I realised I was passing a Blockbuster and wouldn't even have to go out of my way, I gave up ("yay!" went the five-year-old) and went into the store. I thought maybe something Disney or possibly a Jet Li flick I haven't seen yet. I came out with Rush Hour and a copy of Iron Monkey from the new releases shelf.

Iron Monkey rocks. I mean, it just does. This movie was a tremendous amount of fun, and I only regret not seeing it when it was in the theatres. I'm going to have to buy this thing, it's worth keeping. And I'm going to have to hope that Fang doesn't get to see it - I mean, it came out back home in 1993 - because if he did, well... let's just say the scene on the poles as everything around is on fire would give him All The Wrong Ideas.

But hot damn, that was a fun movie! Rush Hour can wait for tomorrow.

No lesson tonight,

though I really should've done one (I'm falling behind). Two paintings, however. Crude, clumsy children's work at best - this is what happens when you've just recently started a new art form. Mom and Dad bought me a copy of Chinese Brush Painting: A Beginner's Guide for Christmas, and I finally got around to using it.

I so need an instructor. I don't even think I'm making the ink right.

Practice piece 1
Practice piece 2

Today's pulp survival tip is #27. Learn to swim. (Even if your movie takes place in the desert.)