Irregardless of what most everyone is saying, T3 didn’t do anything for me. The story didn’t really break new ground and felt like a cop out when held up against the first two ventures. Yes, the blowing up of shit was nice, and the obligatory showing-up-naked scenes were cute, but as for the story itself? I had it called after the first 15 miniutes, and I really don’t like being able to do that. It makes everything else just… boring. (Though the RoboCop shout out, in the form of the T-1’s, was cute.)

LXG, on the other hand, rocked my socks off. Everyone associated with the project might have had a lousy time making it, but I had a *lot* of fun watching it. Yes, they divereged from the book in several places, but the changes worked. Well, most of them. I would have liked to see Quatermain as the bitter, opium addicted sot we see in the beginning of the book. On the other hand, I *loved* Dorian Gray. (And if you’ve read the book, his fate shouldn’t be much of a suprise. He’s not a nice man. Not even a little bit.) Forget about the immortality thing, he wielded the power of the smirk and the snark better than anyone since Methos.

And Peta Wilson? Looks great as a brunette.

So I’m doing the lazy sunday napping thing yesterday, and I wake up to the sound of crunch. Never a good thing. So I sit bolt upright and look around, thinking maybe I’ve rolled over onto my glasses. No such luck. My cat has just chomped a nice sized piece out of the right lens. Crap.

Fast foward some ten minutes of Bill and myself checking the fuzzy monster’s mouth for lens shards, and cleaning up said pieces from the bed. Sheesh. This was not the way I wanted to get some excitement. But I will say, thank god for emergency backups. (I can see without my glasses, but it’s no longer a comfortable thing.) This afternoon I was at lenscrafters, ’cause while I can live with my backup frames, I much prefer my regular ones. (Well, they’re comfy.)