Did you know...?

-
That "The Transporter" is written by the same guy who wrote "The Fifth Element"? (i.e. Luc Besson).


Neat huh?

Oh, and "The Transporter 2" is coming out soon, so make sure you go see it.


You know, 'cause Jason Statham is Hot!

Comments

Anonymous said…
i was gonna tell you but i got confused about something (that had to do with the movie.)
August 08, 2005 6:19 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
Image
So I took this quiz that I picked up from one of my friend's blog sites. It's interesting. Anyway, here are my results, I'm not gonna say whether I think they're acurate or not. I'll leave my opinion at "interesting". You can decide for yourself if you think it's right or not. You have wings of STEEL . No one's really sure why, but at this point in your life you've shut off emotion to the point of extreme apathy. You are cold and indifferent much of the time...or perhaps you're just a good pretender. Next to impossible to get close to, even those who do never see the real you. It's entirely possible that YOU don't even know the real you. You have a certain fascination or attraction to destruction on a massive scale - disasters, perhaps even death or the concept of the Apocalypse. Because you hold so much inside, one day you're simply going to snap. Then the mask will fall away, and your true wings will be revealed. Until then...
Read more
-
OF ALL THE STUPID @#$%^*&(*%$#@!@#$^%&*((*&^%$#Q@$#$%&*^&()) I HATE when I do that. I accidently deleted everything I was working on. So I apologize 'cause I'm not writing it again. I'll give you the short version of everything I was gonna say. 1. Fear Factor has little to do with fear, it should be called Stunt Factor...and it sucks 2. Comedies are too sappy, but only some of them suck 3. My buddies at Cinescape don't suck, and here's a nice shout-out for them: Osirus, Jakester, Rosetta, Meathead, Skiv, Wallflower, Neglet, Fredcomics, Rexxax or Rezzax or something like that, umm......Daforce, Slamshut, LeiterCIA, and I know I'm missing a ton but in no way am I trying to diss you, I just have a really crappy memory 4. Had a nice little chat the other night got to talk to some great people, so shout out to them (Luigi, BeauBetabi aka Cool Guy, Mr. Black, and I think that's everyone who was from CA) 5. People I miss from CA: A...
Read more

The Razor

-
I know, I know. It remains the oddest freakin' thing about me. I'm terrified of sharks. More than terrified, really. And I can't watching them in movies (excluding Deep Blue Sea). But I love, LOVE watching documentaries about them. It's so entertaining. I think the main difference is intent. In movies, the sharks are given motives and motivation. They "want" to kill humans. They stalk their prey. And in documentaries, we're just following along with their natural behavior. As I've said before, I actually like sharks quite a bit. But I'm still scared to death of them. If for some reason, I ever ended up in salt water, just floating...? It's just....so terrifying that I can't even comprehend what my reaction would be. My brain would be stuck, overloading between panic and all the things I shouldn't do. And on top of that list is continuing with this particular topic. So right, in movies. There are so many flaws in these things and many ha...
Read more

Bite Sized

-
Appetizer My heart bleeds And it breaks And it shakes with earthquakes And it’s all I can do to survive Why do you keep feeding me lies? Laureate I have resigned myself to the fact that this thing I have done I will continue to do Despite my distaste for it’s label and classification And that despite being depressed by it (not that the depression hasn’t been a benefit) My skill at this function has grown and spread into a talent And I regret that this is the place I find success But my mouth is open and this is the honey that drips So if this is to be the one place that I find a finish line: At least I can know I finished well. To Say the Least My harshness has not been mellowed with my coming of age But rather turned to a glass-shattering note, bleeding through the yellowed pages of my history book. I remain a wretched person. Aspirations I meant to write a poem about the first night a city turned on its electric street lamps. I didn’t find the time. What I Wish I’d Told a Goth “There...
Read more

Spy vs. Spy

-
So I figure I should actually bother to say something of substance. Or at least something of the average amount of substance I usually offer. Although, perhaps I shouldn't go with "average" either. But anyway, something of substance. First off, I added a quote. You might notice that it's also the quote of the day, but only if you're reading this post on the day I post it. Otherwise the quote of the day obviously won't be the quote of the day. But let's move past the obvious. Sort of. Because the next thing I was planning on mentioning was both another "you might notice" and another "obvious." Anyway, it was "You might have noticed that I added a hit counter at the bottom of the right information column (not that there's a left information column)." Anyway, again, since no one ever leaves a comment, I figured now at least I'd get some chance to spy on the people spying on me. See, "Spy vs. Spy" makes sense. Al...
Read more
-
Okay, so it's Spring Break here at Northern Michigan University. Pretty much everyone on campus is gone. However, there are still a few people lingering around. I would be one of those people. And lately, things have been very strange. To know just how strange, we have to go back to Sunday night, well technically Monday morning. Anyway, to make things relatively short, I didn't get any sleep. I tried, believe me I tried. But it didn't work so well. And it wasn't one of those things where I got a few hours of restless, tossing-and-turning sleep. No I litteratly didn't get any sleep. Then Monday turned out to be a bad day. I don't remember why exactly, but I do remember it was bad. Tuesday was really good, though. Tuesday was a great day...though again, I don't remember why exactly. Wednesday was weird. Thursday was great. So of course, it stood to reason that Friday would SUCK. And it did. And I even predicted it. Just ask Andrea. Once again, I fou...
Read more

Gypsy

-
she will dance for you in this fairy tale hidden from the world hiding to the bone hanging by the throat bleeding from her eyes swallowed by the pride of another dying from the shame burning on her feet buried in the wind a flash of red a dash of spark locked eyes fascination and pain swaying hips captivated thoughts the beat she hears the beat you feel fire flickering between you so far away dancing alone ethereal skin bite your lip taste your tongue unfocused eyes elbows on knees head in hands sleeping while you're awake only way to dream slow it down one movement per lifetime puppet on its strings cut from her home left all alone shattered against the ground tears sting trace the lines of her face can't fake a smile can't bear to frown floating on the waves floating on her feet letters traced in air sewing lines that aren't there mark these words on her grave breaking free from the earth feet scatter dust as she dances alone
Read more