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laurelin_kit, I got your note. GYAH. That man's just made of sex, isn't he? *cuddles Drew Fuller*

In other news, according to AICN, Christian Bale got drunk at a party and told someone that Sean Penn is up for the role of the Joker in the Batman Begins sequel. Oh, please let that be the booze talking, please let that be the booze talking. That man left his sense of humor behind sometime in 1992. (Okay, granted, the article has a solid argument for why that's a good thing, but I think it should be a requirement that you should at least be able to form a smile, even with the use of makeup and special effects, and I'm pretty sure those muscles have atrophied in Sean Penn's face.)

But the IMDb says, British actor Paul Bettany has joined the race to play Batman's nemesis The Joker in a planned sequel to Batman Begins, which in the same pool with Mark Hamill and Crispin Glover would give me a heart attack if I were the casting director. "Well ... well, can't we just put them in a blender and keep them all?! *whimper*"

What does this all mean? It means I need to go see the goddamn movie, that's what it means. (Is it tomorrow yet?! *flails*)

Also, I really need to finish the monster ficathon entry of dooooooooooooom already. (Current word count: A little less than 32k. Sheesh.) After that thought last night about Bruce Campbell, now I'm itching to edit Monsters of Moosic. (I might as well drop the 'The', considering I never use it anymore.) I also shot bolt upright in the middle of the night last night with the realization that I seriously need to either change the ending a bit or let the characters get snarky about the Temple of Doom parallels that I didn't even notice I'd written in there (at the very least, somebody needs to call Sean "Short Round" -- it's a moral imperative) until that whole shooting-bolt-upright thing. And that's not the first time I've woken up like that with sudden editing realizations. God willing, I am not the only one who does that.

It's supposed to be sunny and 92 degrees today. And then sunny and 95 tomorrow. Because someone somewhere loves me and wants me to be happy and sweltering. :)

EDIT: Oh, and USA Today wants to know why nobody's going to the movies. Because the movies this summer suck and any original ideas that snuck into a movie theater this year would die of loneliness within minutes? Just a thought.