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I'm home at last. I got home late Friday night, and have been working pretty hard to get everything back to normal in terms of cleanliness and such. I can say that I definitely miss all the people (and really hot girls) who lived in Ogg and surrounding dorms, but I can also say that I don't cough all the time because of the horrible air quality. I can't say I miss the cramped quarters, bland food, or uncomfortable chairs, either. At the present, however, my bike is still at the dorms, and I have no car since mine is totalled, leaving me transportationless.

Most of Saturday was spent re-adjusting to household life: putting away massive amounts of clothing, cleaning out my closet, junking old computer parts, and doing away with other unnecessary doodads. Cleaning is always dull and tedious, but it really needed to be done. Saturday night I saw Troy with my godfather and JB, which I enjoyed. We went out to JT Whitney's afterward. My parents on the other hand, elected to see The Triplets of Belleville, which while critically acclaimed, did live expectations. It seems ToB (pun intended for all you wc3'ers) i something of an art piece, having no dialogue, and not being particularly outstanding in terms of animation quality.

Sunday (today) was spent doing more of the same: waking up late, cleaning, taking care of prospective job opportunities, relinquishing others (Famous Footwear being the case in point). I ran over to Danny's house in the evening, and then he came over here, proceeded to play a short bit of guitar while I proceeded to dress myself in ridiculous fashion in preparation for going to see Troy a second time. My wardrope included the following:
A white nike muscle shirt (a sort of mesh)
Black adidas shorts
2x white Fila arm bands
One Black Nike Sock
One White Adidas sock
My Pair of 'ROOS (shoes)
Tommy Hilfiger Boxers
Speedo Sunglasses
Ninja Headband (black) a la Karate kid - composed of the waistband from a bathrobe.

So, Troy - how was it? The answer: ehm... well.. it's sort of like Braveheart meets Lord of the Rings meets Deep Blue Sea (because of the gorgeous Saffron Burrows) meets Fight Club. The cast is outstanding, for the most part. Helen of Troy and Paris leave much to be desired though. Paris (Orlando Bloom) looks completely out of place - far too young, timid, brash, foolish, . Bloom looks and acts like Legolas. His British accent is awful, and he even fires the required bow and arrow of LOTR fame. Helen's acting on the other hand, is decent. The same cannot be said for her beauty, which is supposed to be of legendary proportions. Her face is pleasant, but definitely not stunning. This fact is evident in scenes with the lovely Saffron Burrows and Helen standing side by side. Burrows, whose facial features are so fine you need a magnifying glass, makes Helen look like a Shopko model - good looking, but nothing special.

Other flaws included Brad Pitt's accent, which mysteriously disappears and reappears like Nightcrawler from X-Men; Agamemnon, who while well casted, has a bizarre war cry; and the horribly choppy cinematography that inexplicably focuses on characters' faces (especially Helen and Burrows) for the sole purpose of seeing them open and close their mouths a fraction of an inch.

Don't get me wrong, I recommend Troy, due to great acting from Pitt (Achilles), Bana (Hector), the epic battle scenes, and some great epic dialogue. It is however not without its problems.

Today's Music
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out