Drunk Movie Review: The First Half of Ghost Dog
Guys! Things have been a little nutty around here lately. My beautiful sister-in-law got married to a magnificent lunatic on Saturday, my dog won’t go for a walk without having a panic attack (It’s one step forward, two steps back with this stupid animal. The only reason I haven’t thrown her in the garbage is because she has such a cute face. That’s evolution for you right there.), my cat is tearing his face up so he looks like he has leprosy, my ragweed allergies are out of control, and my brother gave himself a rugby injury by tripping over his own goofy feet so we spent this morning at the hospital. Which is to say, this blog post is a total cop out.
I thought Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai was going to have a lot more ninja karate chops and a lot less sad dead pigeons in it, but I stand corrected! Maybe I’ll watch the rest tonight and report back.
I miss you guys. I miss you, blog. We’ll spend some time together this week, now that things have calmed down a bit.
And I shall leave you with this, a photograph of my sister-in-law and Billy, in which she looks completely radiant at a bar after the wedding, and somehow this is like the only clear picture from the whole wedding that I took. Ugh. I don’t even have a picture of the groom because I’m a dummy. But isn’t she pretty?!
Also pictured: Billy’s hairy forearm.