I have met my match

I spent the last few days downloading The Machine Girl over a slow torrent, and I have to say I couldn’t really watch it. I mean, I like ridiculous overhyped violence, but something about this one just put me off entirely. Just the way the shots were placed and how long to camera lingered on each violent act. It was like violence as a fetish, not as an action or plot device or even an event. It was just… kinda gross. Like I felt dirty for watching it.

So congratulations, from the guy who watched Dead Alive (AKA Brain Dead) with glee and abandon, I couldn’t bear to watch The Machine Girl. Maybe if I had some friends with me and I was hideously drunk, but in the sobering hour of one in the afternoon on a Thursday, not so much.

Downsides to being clean shaven pt. 2:

I no longer bear a striking resemblance to the bassist from Death Cab for Cutie, who I’m told (by skeptical and reluctant fans of the band) is their coolest member.

(picture stolen from Pitchfork)

Such sacrifices must be made for the good of the commonwealth-face.

Instead of content allow me to post what I believe is the image that I thought the future would look like when I was about six:

(Picture stolen from internet)