And those of us who wanted a sedentary ACLE got a treat. No, it was not the embarrassing video clip that showcased our dancing prowess last TRP. It was the actual thing that we went for-the movie. It was the most mortifying thing I've ever seen. Yes, even more so than Hard Candy and Anatomie.

The whole thing was a conglomeration of curses, shaky cameras, trigger-happy guys, and utter depression caused by poverty. And I think I loved it. I always like movies that are collection of different stories all tied up together. To know in the end that all that cringe-worthy shoot-outs were real events makes me realize that at least I'm lucky I don't live in that situation. But the real (sick) twist is that in the end (if you want to watch it don't read the next few words) the Runts, little boys who aren't even close to puberty, managed to take over The Business.

Anyway, I must must must turn in a good reaction paper on the morrow.

AND Natio has 1 copy (hardbound, of course) of Confessor on display! Who's to say there aren't more at the "back?" But I damn well know I can't buy it for a multitude of reasons that simply trumps the reasons that I have for me to buy the bloody book.

I hate "prior commitments."