annual last-minute zine cover rage

FUCK YOU, JULES VERNE! JUST FUCK YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

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Drag out your old Starlogs:
http://www.salon.com/ent/movies/feature/2002/05/21/spaghetti/index.html

You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll kiss three bucks goodbye:
http://www.salon.com/ent/movies/feature/2002/05/21/hardware_wars/index.html

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Note to self: try not to refer to Susan's friend as "Chris Dammitall."

zing went the strings of my hartly!

Oh gosh.

no, you cannot buy a 'kokomo hum' in times square

http://www.salon.com/people/wire/2002/05/21/hum/index.html

i'm a ticking time bomb, baby!

Getting ready for MediaWest. Mom, breaking a pattern of 10+ years, is going above and beyond to be insanely helpful. This is weirding me out hugely, since, god help us, she is, in fact, being helpful while trying to be helpful. It's like one of Baldrick's cunning plans actually working. It's just wrong.

Carried my empty suitcase up from the basement a few minutes ago, and something in my back went tWaNNNNNnnnggg. This could be bad. Or it could disappear in an hour. I am not happy, yet I am amused.

If I may: Ow. Owie. Ow. Ow.

*snicker*

Hee hee. Punishment Coatrack. Gnur.