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A sign I've been working on the Xavier Mansion Diaries for too long:

I finally got the first part of the Bootleg Download That Dare Not Speak Its Name, and I watched the opening sequence with the attack on the president about a dozen times already just for the coolness of it. But I knew the Diaries had officially infected my brain when I was mentally searching for where to put the tapioca joke.

See, if it were Bush, it'd be easy. He runs out of pretzels and decides to snack on some nice pudding this time. But this isn't any nice pudding -- this is ninja pudding, trained for death! And there's no escape from this villainous tapioca! Mwahahaha!

And yes, I amuse myself. :)

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I'm starting to get the impression I'm the only person on the planet who liked LXG. That's so sad. Poor, poor movie full of cute guys, and ... um ... nice costumes and ... um ... cute guys ...

Heeeeeey ... my hormones are making me like the movie! *user smacks her hormones with a rolled-up newspaper* Bad hormones! No Orly for a week!

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Is it just me, or is the new host of Trading Spaces Family a galactically-sized weenie?

Yeah, I thought so.

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Am now a little irritated, because I'm going to have to leave for work right in the middle of "The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert." Damn it. I love this movie. But then again, I get Guy and I get Hugo and I get his eyebrows.

Did you ever get the impression he introduces himself that way? "Hi, I'm Hugo Weaving, this is my best friend Eyebrow, and this is my other best friend, Eyebrow." Do you ever think he hit on a girl only to get passed over for one of his eyebrows? I wouldn't be shocked, would you? Although it'd probably be embarrassing afterwards, sitting at the bar depressed and nursing a beer, with one of your eyebrows consoling you while the other one gets lucky with a cocktail waitress in the men's room.

Poor Hugo. Bloody stupid eyebrows.