Taken

Jared suggested we rent a movie and break the habit I have of turning into a hermit once settled into a place. So ventured down the street and used the Red Box kiosk. There is always a line outside the Red Box. The end is nigh for Blockbuster Video and Jared wasn't kidding. It's $1 to rent a movie for the night and since it's usually closer to your home than a regular movie rental establishment and you don't need a membership card... yeah, it's like a billion times better. Yes, just get the movie back the next day and you won't have to pay the late fee. It's a simple as that.

There were two groups of people ahead of Jared in line and both groups got Taken. That's what we were going to rent as well.

It was great fun, I will admit. We're used to seeing Kiefer Sutherland, Harrison Ford, and Mel Gibson doing crazy things to get their kids/nukes back, but Liam Neeson kicks some major ass. He'll punch you in the face with your own fist, steal your gun, shoot you in the shoulder and then electrocute you to death. I will say, though, that those girls were effing asking for it. Come ON! Besson wrote the 17-year-old to still call her father "Daddy" and still wear empire-waisted tea dresses and ribbon headbands. The fuck ever. And then her "friend" is a total ho. You just have to watch it, I totally recommend it. There's no real sexiness in it, even though it deals with the sex trade. Liam Neeson was the best part about this movie. Oh, he's so great. Ah, anyway.

Also, all birthday-flavored ice cream is not created equal. Don't get me started.

iBar tonight. Liz's birthday thing tomorrow. Jesse's Twilight RiffTrax potluck on Saturday. Sleep on Sunday for "work" on Monday.

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