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Wednesday, 10:10 pm in Archive

Watching Angels in America… wow, it really is as innane as Nightmare on Main Street said it was. Except that was the play, and wasn’t augmented by shitty special effects.

Oh yeah… angels aren’t fucking women. Oh no, wait… that’s just getting explained. Kinda. It still fucking irritating; if they’re gonna be hermaphrodites, make them look like bloody hermaphrodites.

Faggots and angels abandoned by God… it’s like EtA?, except I like EtA?. And Heaven isn’t fucking San Fransisco. And the angel’s wings look shit. In short, I could so totally do this better. Stupid telemovie.

Ah well, I have the Sin Eater to watch afterwards. But hmm, to watch Lateline and This is Modern Art first. Descisions decisions. Ah well, it’s not like I have to get up early in the morning.

I have plaque on my tonsils.

Oh yeah, speaking of things that are like things I’ve written; I had a dream last night that someone had ripped off my Loki-timeline and made it into a cartoon. So I got to see the opening credits. It was called Corner (yeah yeah; don’t ask me, it was a dream), and was kind of an extension/rewriting of * supposed former apocalypse junkie. So, hmm…

My mouse scrollwheel feels too loose; must have dislodged some shit out of it when I was Healing down the Culverts (gotta love <tt>/q2</tt>).

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