(Run through a wall on an elephants back hauling a mother by her railroad track).

Excuse my absence. I've been rather caught up with things, including final fantasy tactics, friends, clothes, and complete states of tiredness. All of which there is no good reason.

You may be wondering (or not though you will be) about some distant reverie. Enjoy it.

So, when last we heard of our friend the Dark Lord, he was lamenting his worldly desire of film appreciation. No, this has not wavered much, but we may now check a number off our list. He watched the Darjeeling Limited today, with a girl he once know from jr. high. Indeed you may already know, he was delighted to have this opportunity (to see the film that is) and was experienced with minor anxious thoughts. The girl, however, was not so thrilled, skeptical from the start she required some reassurance in regards to the films quality or appeal. Regardless of her ideas about the film, it was watched. In the start, the short film received little assistance (oddly) from Natalie's bare self and left our friend a tad undone and annoyed. Luckily, the feature to follow was a drastic increase in pleasntries.
Mr. Murray always brightens his day making this film start very well. Immediately jumping into the brothers relationships with one another, one feel as though they have been seeing them interact for hours and knows each man's traits. As they go allong, their interactions with one another remain entertaining, their grey suits a staple. The film turns, and sways, and droops, and runs as the actors do the same, all while a brotherhood of three is rekindled. In the end it was a delight, you like, love, and find yourself disappointed with each character till the end, even one as trivial as Bill Murray's "the business man." The Dark Lord went home happy and inspired in randomness, and the girl? She went home wishing she'd watched something else. Sign, oh well.