scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific

Choose your destiny.

All bark and no bite. Bullet-time? Been there, seen that. Angelina Jolie as an assassin? Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Even the “twist” on the contract to snuff Wesley reeked of deja vu.

What does it say about me if the one scene that connected was Wesley griping about how mundane his life was?

It hasn’t come to a point where I want to shoot my boss.

Yet.

Life can be such a drudge. You open your eyes and brace yourself for the same shit regardless of what day of the week it is. You daydream that a.) Blizzard called and wants you to be their Software Engineer for Test for the next WoW expansion/next-gen MMO, b.) you won the lottery and you don’t need to work a day in your life ever again c.) you’re _really_ a secret agent/assassin waiting for the signal to strike, or the next hit contract, or the Bat sign. Whatever.

You move your glazed eyes around and see your boss walking the office floor, heading towards you.

*pop!*

Game over. Bubble burst. Wake up, sleepyhead, you never left Kansas.

And then something happens.

You still go to your 9-6 job. You’re still not a smexy assassin. But suddenly, life’s not so dreary after all.

P.S. Plus, Angelina + James McAvoy == a level in Dante’s inferno. Whew.