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Hooray, my favorite weatherperson says this weekend is going to be a hoot! Not so good for the Pentacle Rights Ritual at the capitol, but otherwise... fun!

300 is going to be delightfully gory brain candy, and I am looking forward to it muchly (go Sparta!). Sean & I saw the trailer for it last week when we went to see Pan's Labyrinth, a very good movie during which nothing. Pleasant. Happens. To anybody.

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Seriously, he is the best baby ever.

Bush needs botox. When he arches his eyebrows and wrinkles his brow when he talks, it's so obvious he's lying.

Regarding today's pseudo-holiday: Other than loathing the frufru LJ banner, I don't have anything to add to last year's entry.

You know how when you're a kid it seems like old people (anyone over 30) know everything? And then later it just seems like they think they know everything? Family admonishments that "You'll understand (everything) when you're older" led me, as they led you, to believe that with age comes wisdom, and these predictions from elders of future ( Read more... )

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Oh my cow, no. Please don't look at this.

If you're ever running late and you bend down to say good-bye to your dog and you hear your pants rip at the crotch and you look down and say "Oh it's just a little tear, they'll get me through the day"... probably they won't, because shortly after lunch you'll look down and realize oh my God, now the tear goes from your zipper to your ass, and you ( Read more... )