I saw Queen of the Damned tonight, with Darkhan and a bunch ‘o misc goths from the Auckland goth scene.
It brought pain. Actually, LESS pain than I was expecting it to bring, but still pain was plentifully brought by it, to me.
Aaliyah sucked. Like, really bad. Sucks that she died, but at least she’ll never act again. So there’s always a silver lining.
At one point Lestat assumed the CreedStance(TM), and I was most amused. At another point, Lestat is walking down a creepy scary staircase into an underground cave, and he says “Marius?” and Darkhan and I both simultaneously said “Satan?” out loud. Very spooky. We clearly watch too much of the same stuff.
Speaking of the Auckland goth scene, last time I was at one of their events, I was introduced to some hacker gothlet, and he DIDN’T BELIEVE I WAS ME. I had to produce photo ID (Drivers Licence) to prove that I was the same jsr who runs the once-mighty-until-the-MPAA-kicked-my-ass media website of death that was jsr.com. I gave him .. or someone, anyway (I was drinking vodka with scorpions in)… the URL to the sekrit backdoor to the media section on the site. He seemed very happy. We aim to please.