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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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Stamped: 1:14 AM

so.

I've been told before to never start a journal post with the word "So". I don't recall at the moment what the reason for this was, so I will ignore said advice and proceed with the rest of this short entry.

I haven't seen a movie in years that jarred me as much as M Night Shyamalan's 'The Happening', this evening.

It's apparently opened to shit reviews and catcalls from the cheapseats in the back, but I think there are solid performances and very sound, moving moments of experts effects and film making there. And the best part, it leaves you (no pun intended) with a little something to think about. Also, I like the human elements in his film. Such as families coming together in the end, and maybe that is for the *real* cheap seats in the back, but hey...I kind of like things to lead from one to another.

It's a horror movie. Watch it as such, and move on. Get over yourselves.

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