I really want to update my blog links.
I hope blogrolling can pick up the pace before I *gasp!* write out the links myself!
Or subscribe to a different service provider.

Oh fuck, RSS is just as good... so why bother?

Because I can.


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SPOILER WARNING

This note may contain spoilers for the movie Inkheart.
Do not read if you are one of those fussy bastards who care about these sort of things.

SPOILER WARNING

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Inkheart.


This movie is about a bookbinder named Mo (played by Brendan Fraser) who travels from place to place in search of a book. Now, Mo is not your average bookbinder (as can be evidently seen by the fact he's a major focus point in the movie... but hey, I'm no Spielberg. Oh wait, I'm watching this in a cinema! I'm sure he can do something else too!) because by reading things out loud, he can bring stuffs from inside the book to life. In this world, they're called Silvertongue.

I'm not exactly sure but I think ladies prefer diamonds and gold.

Anyway, back to Silvertongue.

Now, not exactly the kind of power most of us adrenaline-charged, macho type guys would ever want. Most of us would just prefer powers that induce  random wanton destruction like the ability to lift 1-ton trucks with the bat of an eye, or shooting laser beams out of your nostrils. Practically any 'cool' power that can also impress the ladies with (with the exception of William, who have always wanted to be like Invisible Woman, and I still don't know what he meant by that).

Uhhh.. back to Inkheart. The reason they've been traveling turns out to be: in search of the book Inkheart which can bring his wife back.

Wait wait wait.
Back from where?

Damn, you lousy reviewer, you.

Bringing things into the real world comes with a price (not of the economic sort) - when something comes out from the book into the real world, its place will be taken by a person in the real world. So here's the thing - Mr. Silvertongue read out loud, lost his wife, and is now looking for a way to bring her back. Along the way they meet new friends, new enemies, new plotholes bla bla bla the works, all leading up to the final showdown with the evil baddy.

Towards the end, as the story begins to hit that high note, and everyone was riding that wave of excitement as the baddies get knocked off one by one, I realized something.

I like happy endings.

The world becomes a better place, and everyone becomes happier.
I think I almost cried. Almost.


As we left the cinema, a sudden sense of trepidation crept up on me.

Damn.

I know this feeling.

It's the one I get every time I have a question. I may not know what the question is, but you can just feel it forming up in the back of your head like quick-dry foam in Grim Fandango.

And so, without even thinking, I opened my mouth:


Guys... I was just wondering."

Everyone turned around to look at me.


"What do you think will happen if he read out The Kama Sutra?"


I'm not exactly sure why but I am certain there's this part of me that suddenly wants to be a Silvertongue.