A Rambler Garrulous
My dad's birthday was yesterday. To celebrate, we got him shirts from Hong Kong, as detailed in the last post, and some cake (moist and delicious and French Cheese and decidedly unhealthy, and we bought it at a discount too!), and a Wii to distract him from the nightly Chinese classical TV adaptation; the last series ended a couple nights ago and we've apparently decided that he will not get started on another bunch of love triangles, young martial students, and wise old men who haven't had access to a good barber in the last fifteen decades. Granted, the CGI are interesting and I enjoy pointing out the tropes to my kid brother, but eventually you can only take so much of the main character becoming insanely strong (to the point where he walks past and trees crumble to dust in his wake) but still can't see through the thinnest lies the next random assassin tells him, proving that he has a pure heart of gold and is completely guileless. Or completely gullible. Oh, and he...