pshawww.

Pssh.

Just, you know, sentiment of the moment. Late nights without manga always manage to make me feel this way.

It was incredibly fun, however, earlier in the day when we'd just finished watching Inception and were walking through the mall, when the more mega-random of the brothers noted that it was a funny feeling to look at the people passing by and wonder if they were just projections. If you get the mindframe right, everything just blurs out and takes on this surreal quality that totally cracked us up. I stared so strangely at a couple of little kids running near me that their parents would have rushed them away if they'd noticed. Heh.

I don't know where he gets that kind of spontaneity - not like our family's a particularly seize-the-moment type (unless you count not knowing where we're going for dinner until we're all in the car). Either the old theory of You Are What You Were Raised To Be doesn't really hold, or your family isn't the only party involved in "raising" you.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo was a so-so read, but it left me with a nasty cloud over my head that won't go away. I don't know, I suppose it was a good enough book, but I simply cannot find it in me to read a book about such sickening crimes against women and say, "That was a great book!" I know it's not fair to judge the book entirely by the theme and to ignore the style, pace, and everything else - but I feel too repulsed. In that sense, yes, the book made its point loud and clear. I can manage that much. Ugh.

OMG that Hibird is so bloody cute. Its owner isn't half bad, either. :P