THAT HAD TO HURT

I saw The Protector last night and once again I'm forced to wonder how it is that a stuntman films a movie with Tony Jaa and lives to talk about it afterward. Or at least remains walking. I don't think this is going to spoil anything for you, but that guy is basically the baddest dude. I'm reminded that I need to watch Ong Bak again.

Unrelatedly, I ate an excellent Indian dinner right before watching that movie, but by the time I got to bed (around 12:30 or so), I was ravenously hungry again. I'm no stranger to the concept of digestion, but it was as though the food had straight-up vanished from my entire bloodstream like I'd never eaten anything. I know that dosa wasn't imaginary, folks.