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Okay, I don't even know...
Mel Gibson: " *sigh Of Relief* "
Woman on cell walking into deli: I'ma spoon her eyes out, like Charlie Sheen.
Man coming out of deli: Charlie Sheen!
Man standing waiting outside deli: Charlie Sheen, Charlie Sheen!
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I'm on a vinyl-buying rampage. I can't stop myself. Last week I wasted a wad of cash on David Bowie's Hunky Dory. It wasn't even vintage. I should give my debit card to an impartial party. Dumber still, I've run out of needle and now haven't the dollars to buy a new one. On another note, I'm going to Paris in 36 days, and it'll be my first trip. ( Read more... ) -
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Yes! Finally! As I type this, my newly acquired, much sought after for many years-years!-LP, Guns n' Roses: Appetite for Destruction, sits in front of me on my desk. Okay, it isn't vintage, it isn't the preserved original, it's some remastered, reissued, fiddled-with crap version. But it's the album, with the original artwork, and the lyrics, too. ( Read more... ) -
Slacking Off at Work, the Result
Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...
The Mindgamer
Everything is possible, nothing is ever really over.
Fanfiction is a creative outlet for you. You don't intentionally write it, it just happens. You find inspiration in several fandoms, but are not obsessed with only one.
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I saw Sherlock Holmes (2009) two nights ago. So many movies made these days register during first-hand experience as soft-core porn, bearing its fruits, or lack thereof, and its careful gratuitousness. "Visual feasts," as the New York Times says, and no more. I tend to treat all my viewings of movies as an indulgence in my appetite for pretty ( Read more... ) -
No Great Books for My Great Books Class
The bookstore has been all out of Proust, Balzac, and Voltaire for weeks. I was relying on their archaism and unpopularity to keep them in stock until the last minute, and now I pay dearly for it. I don't suppose Proust is available in PDF format ( Read more... ) -
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I actually found myself sighing after Chow Yun-Fat during class this afternoon. Jesus fuck I need to better steer my mind when my teacher is talking, else I'll revert to the chosen diversions of my freakish high school years; namely daydreaming about sex, sex, and more sex. Not that I don't do this already, just not usually in front of Hegel and ( Read more... )
