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Oct. 27th, 2004 11:37 amI came back from making my breakfast yesterday morning to find Miranda sprawled all over my still-warm bed, and we watched the True And Epic Love In Spaaace hour together. She sadly missed the sex spores episode, and Devil In the Dark continues to underwhelm, but then I went to do my stint in the writing lab - four people stopped by, two returning customers and all grateful and cowed by my grammatical and AP-style prowess - and then there was The Squire of Gothos and the one with the Klingons in sparkly pants and everyone else in bad faux-fur legwarmers and the Bradbury ripoff episode of ANGSTOMGSPOCK! How I love my big, gay, fashion-challenged, $30-special-effects-budgeted show.
Work was grand. Hair continues to be a big hit, Ryan One-of-Three is continues to be charming, the Managing Editor has taken to nightly watchings of the PopOdyssey tour DVD, and Detours got a bunch of CDs, at which the editor turned up his nose and distributed to the newsroom staff. I got a copy of Mix 2 of The O.C. soundtrack, which I'll have no use for after ripping the songs, so if any of you would like it, just drop me a line and I'll get that in the mail to you.
Neither my thrice frozen-then-defrosted chicken nor week-plus-old pasta killed me, which is good, for they were tasty and I intend to tempt fate once again tonight.
People who miss their green lights because they're too busy watching me dance in my car are funny. Duran Duran's Reach Up For the Sunrise continues to be something of a dangerously loud anthem, to which I play a mean set of air drums and scream without any reserve at all.
I'm increasingly finding myself in need of the Sims. You all obviously want me to do nothing with my life, rather spending in front of my computer watching every dirty little fantasy come true. Oh, wait...
Work was grand. Hair continues to be a big hit, Ryan One-of-Three is continues to be charming, the Managing Editor has taken to nightly watchings of the PopOdyssey tour DVD, and Detours got a bunch of CDs, at which the editor turned up his nose and distributed to the newsroom staff. I got a copy of Mix 2 of The O.C. soundtrack, which I'll have no use for after ripping the songs, so if any of you would like it, just drop me a line and I'll get that in the mail to you.
Neither my thrice frozen-then-defrosted chicken nor week-plus-old pasta killed me, which is good, for they were tasty and I intend to tempt fate once again tonight.
People who miss their green lights because they're too busy watching me dance in my car are funny. Duran Duran's Reach Up For the Sunrise continues to be something of a dangerously loud anthem, to which I play a mean set of air drums and scream without any reserve at all.
I'm increasingly finding myself in need of the Sims. You all obviously want me to do nothing with my life, rather spending in front of my computer watching every dirty little fantasy come true. Oh, wait...
