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( Everything I Needed To Know In Life, I Learned From Watching Underworld )

Also, they played the promo for "Tarzan" before the movie. I love watching that promo for the pretty, pretty underwear model, but what I come out of the promo thinking is that monkeys can not only raise a small human child, but can also teach him tae kwan do and how to smolder sexily.

How to be a good American

1. Say things over and over and over and over again, and people will believe them, because that will make them true.

2. Arrest and detain those who pose a threat to Americans on American soil.

3. Support the sacred institution of marriage.

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Dear Chicago Cubs,

What the hell was that?! Come on! Let me guess ... you wanted to win the playoffs at home, didn't you? tree220 is right, you know. If you win at home, the Cubs fans are totally going to trash your stadium. I'm just sayin'.

You have to win the next game, if only because I've never seen a rain of toads or rivers turn into blood and I really want to have something cool to tell my grandkids about if I survive the apocalypse.

Sincerely,

Me

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You know, I've been printing out the novel I wrote so that I can have one more go-through on it with red pencil at the ready. The big plot points in the later books I have planned change every time I turn around, so I seriously have to do another edit and make sure I've got my bases covered on the new twists I've worked out.

Of course, looking over the book, now I can't decide whether or not to work on the new story idea I had next month, or try to get Book Two of this series started, at the very least.

Sheesh, what I should do is get my ass in gear and get the first book published already. Somebody seriously needs to smack some sense into me with a giant frozen trout, I swear.

Oh, God.

I think my pain-numbed brain just decided I'm going to start writing the second book in the series I already started next month.

Ahem.

Right now, the characters on one side of my head are all screaming in annoyance, while the characters on the other side of my head are bitching that it took me bloody long enough.

You know, I'm lucky I feel like hammered crap right about now, or the loud, obnoxious crowd in my skull would be keeping me awake for the rest of the night.

God only knows whether or not I'll wake up when the kegger starts.