So I wake up this morning to go for my morning walk and lo and behold, the streets are covered with about a foot and a half of snow. Now, I'm as easygoing as the next guy, but I doubt I'm alone when I say it's time for winter to go take a fucking long vacation. 'Til, say, the year 3081.
I'm reading the Times today and trying not to let the falling Dow Jones numbers get to me anymore. So I surf around a bit and look at the usual movie blogs and stuff, and come across the new trailer for Terminator: Salvation.
I'm kind of pumped about it. Christian Bale can curse like a mofo all he wants if the film is as good as this trailer.
Man that looks sick.
I'm seriously procrastinating on my script. Damn. OK. Back to work. Right after my nap.