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I watched Nanny McPhee tonight, another of Clive's bootleg specials. It was pretty good quality, except you could sometimes hear the audience laughing or coughing. I have come to the conclusion that the reason I think Colin Firth seems the same in every movie is not due to any lack of acting skill, but to his voice. His manner of speaking is just so distinctive and recognizable that it kind of... well, not overshadows his acting, but... well you know what I mean. I'm having trouble with my vocabulary tonight. I just sat here for 5 minutes trying to remember the word distinctive. Blegh. ;)

It was rainy and cold today, so I didn't feel like biking into town, although I did finally hear from Mathilde with an invite to see a movie. Didn't go, because I didn't want to arrive soaking, and it was too late to be able to get a bus back home afterwards. But I did take a walk down to that cemetery I found yesterday, and took a few pics with Teh Crappy Camera of Doom. Ha ha.

( Crappiness in the rain )

I can't wait to get a decent camera and go to some of the old, overgrown cemeteries in London. :D Hell, I can't wait to get a decent camera, period. This 3 megapixel shit sucks ass.

Well, off to read some more V.C. Andrews trash!