I hate being absent from my own shit. I am behind on podcast editing, behind on posting, behind on damn near everything. All because I’m rocking it in the professional ring. Well, at least I’m rocking it somewhere.

The other night I was attempting to entertain my post-sick self on Netflix and came across Saw..something. VI I think. I can’t remember the last Saw I actually sat through, so I proceeded to head to Wikipedia to “catch up”. Don’t want to be lost during such a cinema masterpiece such as Saw. Ahem.
What I discovered is that I don’t need to watch the other movies. I get the general plot. People are still getting killed. And “tested”. And who gives a shit?
I’m not sure why I even sat through this one, as I don’t care for the series. The first Saw would have been a mediocre film at best without the ending. I did notice that my tolerance for the violence has increased. I mean, seriously, after sitting through “The Human Centipede”, acid and razors and barbed wire just seem boring. What about a test where the poor bastard has to decide which segment of the centipede to assign three random people? Now that would be some fucked up shit.