Bent save one raising.

I watched a movie tonight. The kind of movie that makes me angry. Movies don't usually make me angry. News stories don't make me angry, usually. But there is one kind of movie, one kind of story that is guaranteed to make me angry. Stories or movies in which men trade their role as protectors for the role of predator. To prey on the weak or disadvantage, to exploit one's strength to do another harm, this dishonors a man more than any other action could. And in some cultures and in some times, this is regarded as a virtue.

I had a good day today, except for my reaction to the movie. I got some work done, I hung out and worked some, I got some things done for the director which needed to be done. I worked on the promotional video for a while, then after I got to the point where I was staring at it for too long, I made an outtakes video. It's moderately amusing. There's one part that is pretty fun. I was cracking myself up while making it, and disturbing those who were actually trying hard to do real work (sorry!).

The fairest one never has ceased to call my name, though I am bent as the rest.