Today was a good day

By any concievable measurement, today was fuckin great.
What did I do today? Absolutely fuck-all with one very notable exception: I went to Toronto and checked out Body Worlds 2. It's a giant room full of naked people, and when I say naked, I mean without their skin on. And it is unbelievably cool. It recieved a rating of "fuckin sweet" from... me. I wasn't really listening to anyone else. Before I went, I watched a little anime and started Scarface. Then, after the drive to TO took 2.5 hours in this ridiculous weather, I got back and finished it. I have to say, after all the hype this movie gets, it wasn't anything to write home about. It was alright, but Pacino's done way better. It did, however, enlighten me somewhat about the death of the Colombian drug-king in the original Hitman game. Then I checked the blog, and noticed Josh lambasting me for being a terrible writer (or, at least, not good enough to write ground-breaking graphic novels), which was fun because I then got to lambast him for being a terrible intellectual (or, at least, not good enough to melt away my world with his ideas [although, I must confess, I await the day he does, and the same certainly can't be said for my writing]). Then, I find the Nora has joined the ranks of the blogged. And so, I must back down from the moral highground and amend one of my earlier posts:
And Now, Eternity (cue organ)
Nora Smith: Well, you might expect that since Nora has the #1 most common name in the United States that finding dirt on her would be hard. Well, here are the top three sites Nora doesn't want you to know about: First, her actual homepage. I especially like the MIDI background music. It clashes well with anything you might happen to be playing when you click that link. If you thought that showed the real Nora, you'd be wrong, bucko. What that page doesn't say is represented quite clearly
here. Finally, an image search for our young heroine turns up some surprising results, but none so much as these. Rest well tonight, citizens. If you can. For Kung-Fu Nora (she puts the F-U in fu) never sleeps.
Now all we need to do is take the bus to Mac and force Carl to get a blog.
So, yeah. Today kicked ass.