DSL: Still Cool
22 May 2000
7:39 PM: Just waiting around while we prepare to upgrade the software that runs the whole site. I'm sure everything will be just fine.
Weekend Media Report: Had a lovely time at the fabulous St. Francis theatre on Market Street, watching Romeo Must Die, the latest Jet Li movie. We had a couple of guys smoking out the whole theater in front of us, who would put up their arms and bellow something vaguely affirming whenever they recognized a song on the soundtrack. We had the drunk ratty-looking woman sitting with her retarded brother behind us to the left, very loudly discussing everything about the film, and a few things that just came out of some other space. We had the guy snoring behind us to the right. We had the smell. It was all very urban.
Hmm? Oh, the movie, yes yes. I liked it quite a bit, me. I know the plot is cheesy, but isn't it supposed to be? The lead actress was really cute - not as cute as Jet Li, though, that li'l devil. It had sexy lesbian assassins, the kicking-seven-guys-in-a-circle-while-flying-through-the-air move, a nice little Fred Astaire-like solution to the problem of how to keep from getting whupped if you can't hit a girl, some hanging-upside down fighting, some multiple-guns-pointing, a jolly fat clown guy getting beat up all the time, Russell Wong as an untrustworthy but worthy guy (shock), and all of that kind of thing. Jet Li, all you need to know.
Not much else. Did not run in the Bay to Breakers. Also did not perform open-heart surgery, get married, or find the lost continent of Mu. Did buy two pairs of jeans and two network cards. No they don't really go together. Well, though, hmm.... Oh there's a bad download joke in there, isn't there? Never mind.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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