I went as saw 300, which was good. But was very obivious what Frank Miller wrote and what was added, it was also a shame that the violence was taken out of the movie that the orginal Frank Miller writting had put in. Also was annoying some of the casting. If you are a spartan you don't have a wussy voice, you are a stong manly man. Not some one who will break a nail and cry. Same could be said for a King of 1/4 of the known world at the time. He certainly would not be a drag queen. It was good to see the visualisation that charcterises Frank Miller move from the page to the screen so well. Though I feel Sin City did it better. It is a shame Rodriguez did not dirrect this as well. Actually Tarantino would have been a good choice for 300.

Stranger than Fiction, was actually very good and I completely suggest renting it for a Sunday afternoon. It is well.... hard to describe but this quote I think sums it up.

As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.

Summary

Not much has happened. Though Nick's mother found out yesterday we had brought a house. Yes that is right 1 1/2 weeks before we move into it, we told her. Even now she has no idea what it is like and she only found out by a slip of the tounge. I thought it was funny. I guess that makes me a bad person.

While we applaud the weirdness of the world, we have to differentiate between healthy weird and unhealthy weird. When personality traits start adversely affecting your life - in your daily activities and the way you interact with people - that's when you have a problem.

I had this on my daily calander - my question is how do I tell the diffrence?