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( Questions from Seraph ... )

Ugh. Seriously need to finish questions for other people. I've got four or five more people left, and I think I've killed all of my muses. Well, either that, or they're drunk again. Damn it, I hate it when they do that. That's it, no more Orlando Bloom pictures for them. That'll show them. See if I give them any more fodder for those wild, tempestuous orgies they're all so keen on engaging in in my head. Do you have any idea how hard it is to try and disinfect a cerebellum without drilling a hole into your temple first? I already got in trouble the last time I drilled a hole in my forehead because the evil forces got out, ran up my dad's credit cards, put Marti in charge of the writing staff on BtVS, and kept "Frasier" on for another season.

(Don't worry, though. The evil forces are not allowed to use the phone anymore. Or the Neilsen box. Or Joss's foul, overworked creative sensibilities. Although they are allowed to use Frasier's dog, but I don't even want to know what they've done to it. Or, truth be told, where the hot dogs they brought back with them came from.)

Oh, and I'm curious ... other than those Misfits whom I already know are going to Dragoncon to be ambushed with nasty talk of autopsy photos by yours truly, is anybody else on my friends list headed off to Atlanta in two weeks? (Or less, come to think of it. *user bounces up and down happily*)

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You know, I used to like to think I was special. Then I realized they say the same thing about certain episodes of "Blossom". And frankly, I'd like to think I'm on a much higher plane of existence than the episode where Blossom's brother's wife has their baby in their car and they end up naming him Nash Metropolitan Russo.

Hey, stop laughing. I don't know why I'm stuck remembering that. If it makes any of you feel any better, I sent all of the healthy brain cells to find the brain cells that remembers that episode and give him swirlies, wedgies, and noogies until I suddenly find myself recalling entire episodes of "Misfits of Science".

Hey! I said, stop laughing!

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After careful consideration, I think the kittens in my icon are all evil. Well, except for the one in the middle. I seriously expect every time I hop onto LJ to catch a peek at my icon only to see that one kitten squirming and trying to escape duct-tape binding while the others have escaped off-icon to cackle maniacally and take over the world.

...

See, you think I'm kidding. Just you wait.

Although you've got to admit, when choosing between Dubya and a quartet of evil Siamese kittens with a roll of duct tape and a wily sparkle in their eyes ... well, there's an easy choice for you.