Holidays at last. What a way to begin. I watched Mickey Rouke, Bruce Willis and Clive Owen blasting the limbs off the bad guys in Sin City. The movie was intense, in some pseudo-masochistic way. Made me feel like killing somebody. Street justice. City justice. No wonder it was B&W. Made with the usual colour, the movie would be 95% blood-red. 

Woke up an hour earlier than I expected, my kid next to me making soft cooing sounds, my head replaying scenes of body parts exploding, characters like Miho slicing the hands and faces off bad guys (one played to perfection by Benicio del Toro). Was also funny (and somewhat disconcerting) to see Frodo playing sombody (or some-thing) for which the description 'crazed killer' would be a gross misrepresentation. 

I read that fantasy violence numbs you to real violence. Likewise with sex. The fake stuff makes you forget the real stuff. Same thing with wealth. Illusions have a way of blanketing out the non-illusory. Just like false gods. Till people crave lies.

But then - yeah yeah Neo Neo here we go - what IS real nowadays?

Had trouble getting connected. My notebook's wifi apparatus couldn't detect the network in this coffeeshop, I really couldn't get on to the Web and really get my face into cyber-virtua-reality.