So this evening I saw Resident Evil: Apocalypse. I liked the first one most of all because of the totally cool bad guy (the sociopathic computer with the little girl voice); and I liked this one again for the totally cool bad guys (a series of magnificent, cold-blooded, unspeakably handsome nordic men).

I still don't understand physical beauty. This occurs to me every time I see a particular submlimely beautiful woman who happens to work at the Myer pastry counter every now and then. I find her endlessly fascinating, I could stare at her for hours purely for the way she looks but this fascination is completely opaque to me and I don't understand it even a little bit. She also seems to be actually nice as a person. But I just don't get it.