This movie makes me happy bright and early in the morning.

Am currently uploading all of my music CDs to the iPod. This is like fuckin' crack. It's taking forever with all the MP3 CDs I have and I could do it all day long. (Also, I've named it Bob, just like I name everything else. Hee.)

The current Powerball jackpot is $215 million. Somebody be a dear and win so that you can sponsor me just to write for the rest of my life, would you? I don't even have to write original stories. If you want, you can just lock me in a closet with a DVD player and make me write you movie reviews. Or you can make me sit in the corner of the kitchen and write up funny grocery lists. I'm totally willing to whore out my writing abilities if it means being pampered for the rest of my life. :) (I don't have the karma to win it myself ... damn it.)

I want to get The Monsters of Minooka and The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre done by the end of this year. I just realized this morning how many words I'm going to have to write by December 31 to make that happen. Erm, sponsor? *beams innocently, bats eyelashes*

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If anybody wants to see Going Upriver: The Long War of John Kerry, you can download it off the Internet. It's worth the download, trust me. :)

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Found through metaquotes -- I GREW UP WITH A MAGIC STICK, DAMNIT! NOT A TACO SHOW!

That may be my favorite line in a fanfic ever, good or bad. *dies giggling*

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You know TweedleBrainDead? The one here at my workplace who's a complete idiot and notoriously lazy to boot?

I just found out he makes three times more a week than I do.

*growls*

I want to hit something. Preferably with a shovel or a two-by-four or something.

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Ain't It Cool News interviewed one of the creators of Lost, and when asked to name the greatest TV shows of all time, among a list of about twenty, he named Misfits of Science. Damn it all to hell, I love this man for that, and I haven't even seen his show. (And he talks about The Stand like someone who's got a dog-eared copy on his nightstand. *whimper* Marry me?) (EDIT: "Does anyone ever start websites to KILL shows? Shouldn't there be a "Cancel Seventh Heaven" website or something? Now THAT I would be into." HA! No, seriously, marry me?)

I called home before to ask my mother something about Christmas this year and discovered Bryan was the only one home. He told me he was going out drinking with his friends. I jokingly told him not to binge drink, and he laughed and answered in all seriousness, "Not after the last time." *growls, spontaneously generates the superhuman ability to throttle someone while several hundred miles away*

EDIT: I forgot to mention having this conversation with three different guys at workyesterday, when my stomach was seriously killing me, but I'd love to know why some guys just don't know when to stop.

(Guy notices me wincing.)
Guy: "You okay?"
Me: "No. My tummy's just bugging me."
Guy: "Really? Did you eat something bad?"
Me: "No."
Guy: "Stomach flu?"
Me: "No."
Guy: So, what's the matter?"
Me: *stares, in that put-two-and-two-together-dumbass way*
Guy: "What?"
Me: *contemplates lying about an alien infestation in my midsection*
Guy: "What's wrong?"
Me: "Well, let's see. My tummy hurts, and I'm a woman."
Guy *after far too long a pause* "Ohhhhhh ..."

Yeah, oh.

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The Machinist trailer -- Oh, I want to see this so very, very much. *gives poor Christian a sandwich*