I’m just going to say that I actually don’t do this when the situation arises. I’ll find some way, whether it be jumping, ladder, or climbing to get to my target. I like a challenge.
I also like knowing that I could die at any moment.
Every once in a while, though, the thought will cross my mind to say “screw it.” Plus, I probably wont have that many opportunities to draw giraffes.
So, Chicago was put up on Netflix recently, and being the musical theater nut that I am, I consumed it immediately. Was it good? Yeah. Was it Best Picture good? No. The only real good songs were towards the beginning, those being “All that Jazz” and “Cell Block Tango.” The rest of the film felt pretty empty and unexciting. How the hell did it win Best Picture when just a year before Moulin Rouge did not? Crimes! CRIMES!