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I feel a little odd writing this particular post, because I don't know how often (or if ever) my parents google me or read this, and of all the sacrilegious and uncouth things I've said on here, I've never bashed a movie my mother recommended before. Maybe "bash" is an awfully strong word for it. Oh, hell, maybe it's exactly the right word for it ( Read more... )

So I managed to make some real headway, if not what I'd say is enough, with my script, incorporating the notes from Writing Group and inventing a new character (Elodie Morris, your birthday is February 16, 2009) to solve a number of the problems. I made it back to Bridge City Comics and picked up Criminal volumes 2 and 3, and managed to resist ( Read more... )

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Three stray observations from going to Movie Madness on Valentine's Day:

1. The line was pretty long I admit, but it was like a ten minute wait, tops. To the domineering 20-something girlfriend who made her boyfriend put back their movies because "this isn't worth it," -- no wait, let me begin again: To the boyfriend of the domineering 20-something ( Read more... )

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I'm staying all caught up on Lost and Battlestar Galactica, even though I strongly resent doing this whole week-by-week thing. DVD is the way to do it, but it's rough when your shows are so popular that the entire Internet (not to mention everyone you know in meatspace) won't shut up about it, and both shows rely so heavily on being seen spoiler- ( Read more... )

( For anyone who's seen 'Lost' through the 1/28/09 episode and wants to know my new crazy theory about something, click here. Spoilers beneath the cut, obviously. )

This weekend was a complete whirlwind. I knew it would be. To wit:

Friday after work I rushed to the board game store to get a second present for my brother, then rushed down to the chain of strip malls in Beaverton where Teal meets Scholls Ferry (and shuddered to think I lived there for two years!) to celebrate his 26th birthday. After an ( Read more... )

Nobody's more aware than me how much my livejournal for the past three to six months has become more or less a chronicle of mild lower-case-d depression. I bitch nonstop about not doing anything, then I don't do anything. I mope and moan and remind myself to work, and then I don't work. Or I work for a couple of weeks and lose it again. I don't ( Read more... )