...while making dinner last night. The knife slipped and I started bleeding. Don't worry -- the damage is minimal. I just skinned my finger a little bit. Oops.
Following my dangerous cooking experience, I saw the movie Taken. Actually, that's not true. I saw everything after the first 10 minutes. I didn't get the text about it until 9:45 (thank you, dead-zone-pool-house), and then ran over there. It's very close by, but I didn't know exactly which side of the mall the theater was on. I'm still figuring out this town. My review: The movie was a feel-good, happy-ending action flick. It was predictable and violent, though (not that we didn't laugh when bad guy #1 got cocky about his escape -- and promptly met his end by a speeding bus). I was impressed, however, that they brought attention to the modern slave trade -- I just hope that people realize that the writers didn't invent that part of the film for the sake of a compelling situation.
I had something pertinent to follow that, but it's swirling around my mind, never to be identified again.
Oh! I got a P.O. Box for all my crazy mail, so not to inundate my Texan family. If you want my address, email me.
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