Because I'm barely coherent, you get random bullet-thingamajigs:
- Saw Babylon A.D. My advice? Wait for the director's cut to come out in the hopes it fixes everything. Or rent it and stop it just after they reach the apartment. You'll know the one. *sigh* What a waste of Vin.
- My eye is twitching: "stop contaminating the future-wife pool." (But this is hilarious: "I don’t know where the pressure for women to lie comes from. Must be biological, probably something hard-wired in the Madeitupital Lobe, where the Slutdometer is." Heh, Slutdometer...). I have no idea who this Mike S. Adams dude is, but wow.
- PMS + Depression = awesome crying jags for no apparent reason. (Did I say awesome? Yeah. Bleah.)
WeYou made it, baby! Hallmark, who'd a thunk it?- Aw, man... I had forgotten how much I liked Joan of Arcadia. On the plus side, SciFi is apparently running the show now.
- And then my head exploded. The end.

PS - Can you tell I'm catching up with blogs?






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