Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time tells the story of a cosmologist whose speech is interrupted by a little old lady who informs him that the universe rests on the back of a turtle. "Ah, yes, madame," the scientist replies, "but what does the turtle rest on?" The old lady shoots back: "You can't trick me, young man. It's nothing but turtles, turtles, turtles, all the way down."

Did I mention I caught Matrix: Reloaded on Thursday? Despite his 6:30am wake-up time, I dragged the boyfriend out for an opening-night viewing and being the good sport that he is, he reluctantly obliged, but all the better; we were glad to see it.

However, comma. There were a few parts of the show that didn't really jive in my mind the way the first one did. I mean, the first Matrix was solid. Everything fit, the fight scenes, the plot, the characters, the mythological references, the geekspeak. Since I've had a few days for it to sink in, I've been going through the reviews and articles online and most seem to mirror my original opinion that the movie was fun, but it was a little over the top, boasting an eye-rolling pseudo-intellectualism and some impressive, but ultimately shallow literary allusions. Kind of like this website. But I digress.

Despite cringing at some of the quasi-Shakespearean doublespeak, I did get sweaty palms during Morpheus's fight on top of the semi. Any movie that can give me sweaty palms without featuring Luke Wilson tops my list (sorry, Cale, Owen's smart, but you know Luke's the cute one).

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