Just to clear up a few rumors, John Paul the POPE has died, not John Paul the “rock” drummer. So, if you’re going to Rome to attend a funeral, make sure that you’re there to see the right body because hotel rooms in Rome are not cheap, my friend.
After throwing my back out yesterday, I made camp for the night on my hardwood floor, took some advil along with some hard cider for the pain and did my best to lay as perfectly still as possible. To take my mind off everything, I finally watched a DVD copy of The Passion of the Christ that was loaned to me some time ago. Everyone always talks about how violent and bloody it is but it was no Evil Dead 2, that’s for sure. And I didn’t understand why the Emperor from Return of the Jedi kept popping up in the background. It seems like that George Lucas is always ruining a perfectly good movie. In all seriousness, though, regardless of what your feelings are about the story, etc., the film was stunning to look at and was also well acted, so I would say that it’s worth seeing. Even if it did reek of Braveheart.
Speaking of pain and punishment, it seems like it might actually do you some good! Mabe that’s why Bam Margera’s Dad always seems so happy.