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I let Lieutenant Asshat borrow my Kill Bill DVDs and told him not to give them back to me until I presented him with my submission for Situation: Comedy. Which, you know, is a good way to egg me on to get it finished, but still. *woe*

EDIT: Oh, did I mention why Bossman got his two black eyes? Because he kept calling some guy at the bar a faggot, and the guy beat the shit out of him. *rolls eyes* And they wonder why I won't go out drinking with them.

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My grandfather owned a golf course. My mother and most of my uncles are very good golfers. So I think I can blame my DNA when I wonder why the hell there are Olympic medals for table tennis and badminton and none for golf. Amazingly enough, "I have a gold medal in ping pong" is not a good pick-up line and never will be.

Then again, competing in the men's swimming events? Yeah, that works. "I wore a Speedo in front of the entire world and looked good doing it" trumps "I have a gold medal in ping pong", "I ranked number one in the badminton world", and "Want to see my handball trophies?" combined.

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So I've been going through my old stories and screenplays scavenging for the sitcom script. I've already figured it out it's going to be like Dead Like Me, in that it'll be half-supernatural and half with the drudgery of a crappy job. And in going back through my memories, I'm going to have to have a Captain Asshat. I mean, seriously ... the man was a font of stupid.

It's terrifying that I might actually be able to get something good out of knowing that imbecile. Then again, I've had an imbecile like him at every job I've ever worked, but then, who hasn't?

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Yay! Jaws in thirty seconds, as re-enacted by bunnies!