Storming

Wacky day. It's been raining all day, and the rain is, quite frankly, a little of a bummer.

I watched V for Vendetta. It was a pretty damn good movie, good combination between action, drama and ideology. Hugo Weaving was awesome as the damn-verbose-but-cool-while-doing-it main character. Natalie Portman was... such a babe. I'm male... I'm allowed to be shallow. OK OK... She turned in a great emotional performance, especially during the prison scenes.

In fact, Derek the Movie Critic says "Go Watch It!".

It was raining pretty heavily when I left the theatre. I drove home slowly cos I was thinking. Yes, sometimes DEEP THOUGHTS invade my head. I have no idea what I was thinking about, but I was marginally aware that my mental wheels were turning. Then I saw this guy walking along the road. He was maybe 20, drenched, and looked damned miserable. I looked at him as I drove past. Then on the spur of a moment, I decided to U-turn and offer him a ride to wherever he was headed. After all, a good deed never hurt anyone (much) right?

I pull up, and yell out the window "Hey man, come on in, I'll give you a ride!". He turns to me, and says in a very clipped accent "I'm Korean, I don't speak chinese, sorry" and walks off without a second glance. He could have misheard me through the rain (although I am pretty good at projecting my voice clearly), but there was something about the way he dismissively turned and walked away that just told me that you can't save everyone. Oh well.