Destination: MAD

I continued the naked weekend by going to see Titanic in 3D on the 100th anniversary of the ship’s sinking.  I haven’t seen the movie in several years, and I’d sort of reduced it to “Draw me like one of your French girls!”/”I’m king of the world!” in my mind.  I can see why it made so much money; it has this weird emotional magnetic pull.  I know for a fact that some of my friends were crying behind their 3D glasses.  

I was not, but I did feel sort of hollow after it ended.  That is far too emotional for me, so today I went and watched a group of matadors (clothed! and flamboyantly so!) kill a bunch of bulls.  

It was pretty terrible.  At least in Titanic when all the people are dying, I get to look at Leo.