Who thinks that
Bill is just totally 100% Tarantino's Mary Sue?
May Day. International Workers' Day.
Last night's dreams involved the following: cherry coke; being surrounded by rabbits saying my name; being followed by rabbits and having them pounce on me and scratch at my coat with their claws; a pointy-headed sex-offender flying through a window; not knowing where to sit to eat my packed lunch; drunken horse-riding with hard girls from Liverpool.
Gleaned from flist:
Dirk Gently's I-Ching calculator Neil Hannon and Billy Boyd -- together at last! There are people doing nasty things with drills next door. Growl.
Films seen lately: Lost in Translation (lovely), Kill Bill vol 2 (enjoyed, but have issues with), Internal Shoeshine of the Spotlit Mine (very nice).
I can't be bothered to write any more. I can't be bothered to read much either. I might take up bird-watching or something. Feel free to unfriend me if you want.