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That's just all I have to say. Gleep. You lot are amazing. jere7my wrote most of this post, but I'll stick some editorial comments in the middle via italics


jere7my here. I said the Katstarter / Kickstander / Katstander / Can'tstand'er (hey!) would end on Wednesday night, and here it is going on midnight, so I can happily announce the pledge total: $1035!1 This is well over thrice the initial goal I set out, so wow. Thank you all for your pledges; I think this has demonstrated that people are awesome, that Kat is awesome, that bikes are awesome, and that bike thieves can suck it.

Here's the full list of donors, grouped by contact method. The initial rules were that everyone's pledges would be reduced proportionally to sum to $300, which in theory means all the pledges should be multiplied by 300/1035, or 29%. A number of people objected, saying they wanted to donate their full pledge regardless, so in the tally I've listed both the reduced pledge and, in parentheses, the full amount. Which you pay is entirely up to you -- Kat will be delighted with the reduced amount, the original pledge, or anything in between. She has posted details on how to get the money to her -- I will not actually handle any of the money, unless we happen to bump into each other. Or presumably, unless you wish to stay anonymous to me.

If I missed anyone's pledge, or got anything wrong, please correct in the comments. Two of the anonymous donors (Anon 3 and Anon 4) are anonymous only because they contacted me privately and haven't gotten back to me on whether they wanted to be public; feel free to out yourselves if you like. Thank you all again -- I am pleased to have had my optimism about human nature affirmed. Y'all are ridiculous. AND THE BEST PEOPLE EVER!

List of donors and whatnot under the cut! YOU ALL WIN! )


And that's all of jere7my's part, so back to me. SERIOUSLY THOUGH! You people! I could just...hug the fuck out of every single one of you (unless you're not into that) and man, you are all the best! Gah! Flail! THIS IS AMAZING!

It is way way way more rad to sniffle about the fact that I am loved and know amazing people than it is to sniffle about the fact that some douchecanoe stole my bike. May all of you have a hundred shiny ponies prance around you for the rest of days, or, you know, just lots of good luck or something.



1: Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, OHMYGOD! You people! Just! WHAT?! All the love!
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In a twist of "but I don't deserve this" and then getting glared at and being told that I am not allowed to victim blame and otherwise just being ridiculous and wonderful, jere7my has decided that he is organizing a fundraiser to see if people can get me a new bike.

In case you're too lazy to click on that link, here's his plan:

Insofar that having a bike that fits Kat and is in good shape is important, since it is her primary mode of transportation, and given that coming together to help victims of crime is one thing a community of friends is good for, with Kat's permission I would like to use her post to propose an "It's a Wonderful Bike" fundraiser.

Replacing Elanor would cost about $450; Kat says she could afford about $150 of that. I'd like to invite y'all to pledge to donate $10-$20, in hopes of raising the remaining $300. Rules like Kickstarter (Katstarter?):

1) If we don't get close, nobody pays anything. (If we get to within $50 or so, I will up my pledge, and make this my birthday present to her.)
2) If we exceed $300, everybody's pledge gets reduced proportionally. (I.e., every pledge will be multiplied by $300/$total. If we raise $400, everyone will pay their pledge x 300/400 = 75% of their pledge.)
3) Everyone who pledges gets an authentic drawing from Kat, possibly of Kat on a bike, or a dinosaur, or a dinosaur on a bike.
4) Comment here with your pledge, or email me (jere7my at gmail). I will post the total on Wednesday night. (If you want to be anonymous for any reason, let me know.)

I have no idea if this will work or not, but getting a bike stolen really sucks, especially when you can't afford to replace it. If you're so inclined, feel free to pass this on to other friends of Kat's. Thanks!

I think Wednesday night is possibly too soon, because eep, but um, there you have it.

This is...not a thing I know how to be gracious about, because I have this huge independence streak where asking people for money or gifts is tantamount to Failing Forever Ohnoes. But I've been trying to get better about accepting gifts in general, and I really do think it's sweet of jere7my to organize for me. So I will go eep, and say thank you, and if you want to do this for me, that would be lovely and awesome.

And absolutely I will draw pictures for people. Probably in crayon. Plausibly of _whatever you want me to draw_, but really, I am best at dinosaurs and vegetables. I'm pretty rubbish at drawing bicycles, but maybe this is my chance to learn or something.

Soyeah. Yay for Katstarters. And if you wanted an excuse, I *do* have a birthday coming up at the end of this month.

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[personal profile] jere7my and I went on a long bike ride today (my longest yet, I wound up doing 37 miles today!) as a celebration of the beautiful weather and that I have a working bike again1.The plan was to bike along the Minuteman Bike Path until I got tired, which backfired in that I was ridiculously full of energy and pretty much...didn't. So we reached the end of the path, and sat and rested, and were debating going back.

"Well", says j7y, "If we go about two and a half miles thatway, we'll get to the Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge, which is very pretty. We can rest and hike and stuff." I was mega up for adventure, and so go there we did! It turned out even better than expected, because not only was it utterly beautiful, the path there had moguls (awwwwwwwesome!) and there was ALL THE WILDLIFE!

Like, I am not normally a super-squeeful animal person, but jere7my is good at bringing out the nature lover in me. And because I had brought my camera and he hadn't, I was in charge of taking photos on the trip, which I did with great zeal. I believe at one point he declared me "Almost as much of a menace with a camera as I am".2

In addition to the frog above, we saw muskrats, great blue herons, red-winged blackbirds, a black snake, and a couple of other things I actually got shots of (photo heavy) )

Can you spot the frog when the camera is all the way zoomed out?


It was an extremely satisfying diversion. Our total hike was under a mile and a half, and the whole thing was set among flowers and cattails and small children who got excited when we pointed turtles out to them. If you're local and have a bike, I definitely recommend the trip. The Minuteman path is unfairly beautiful, and the wildlife refuge lives up to its name.


1: So I don't think I ever mentioned it, but Blaise broke. The brake cable snapped, and that was basically the end of that. I was looking at about 200 dollars worth of repair for a bike I paid 50 bucks for, and it was kinda one of those "I'll just save up for a new bike then, shall I?".

Then my parents decided that as an early-birthday-gift, they would get me a bike, and I was very excited and went shopping and now I have a biiiiiiike! Her name is Elanor Draper, she is dark silvery-grey, and she is amazing.

2: If you ever go hiking with jere7my --which I recommend, he is good at spotting animals and interesting things, and a good conversationalist, and enjoys beautiful green spaces-- he will stop about every five minutes to photograph mushrooms. It is completely hilarious, and very endearing, as long as you are not the kind of hiker who wants to go go go.

PostScript: As an aside, whenever I post bunches of photos from an event or something, it's usually worth clicking through to my flickr --I almost always post more there than I do here.
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So this is technically fifteen minutes late. Sue me, it's not tomorrow until the sun rises or I sleep.

A week ago, I made a post being all "Half-Naked Thursday, whee!". It was meant to be a look at more metaphorical nakedness, stripping down the walls to show you what I've really got going on in my world.

At any rate, then I mentioned that I originally had two photos and was only showing one of them. This makes this weeks HNT really really easy for me to manage --next week, I will have to actually look around to find a bit of myself to reveal, if indeed, I continue on with this trend.

But yes. Have a picture of me being naked. Odd, in that it's also not a picture of me at all.

Happy Thursday.

This second is a little more new, a little more raw. It's the ceiling of my room, directly above my desk.

A week or two ago, I was having a rough night. In talking with Rackle, she brought up the term "Index card days", where you're just so socially frustrated and out of cope that you have to communicate through tiny 3" by 5" cards.

I have a pile in my desk drawer. Out they came that day, and it seemed the most logical thing in the world to write some song lyrics across them. Lyrics from strength-songs, where the lyrics don't necessarily matter in the slightest, but the message of being strong is crucial to my well being. "Go Away Godboy" is the song I use the most for this --I've never really had problems with people trying to convert me or mine, but howling along with the words can stabilize my mood like nothing else.

Because the words are meant to say "fuck you, I'm stronger than that", and on days when I am weak and helpless, I really need that.

And I forced myself out of the sobbing1 to write more of them, because if I am actively writing, I am forcing distraction, and that little edge of distraction is all I need sometimes to stabilize. All of them have wound up there, tucked into the framework of the drop ceiling. I've got ten of them now, apparently. I'm sure that, as I enter this mood, and need the music and lyrics, I'll think of more.

So that's my current vulnerability. Come visit, I'll let you read them if you'd like.


1: Which itself was after that pervasive emptiness, and broken by my reaching out. I don't like playing shitty girl games, and I hate being cryptic, but that doesn't mean I manage to make all my words to people transparent. There are people who can read between the letters and the lines, through the /me and the carefully arranged punctuation and capitalization, and figure out what I'm actually trying to say over IM, that I just can't, because the words just won't come.

...and because there isn't an elegant way to put what I'd be doing in reality into words. It's that vulnerable look when I arrive on your doorstep, and ask for a hug, and pull myself into you, a double fistful of your shirt as I hide inside your arms, and pour myself out onto your shoulder. It's past want, straight into need, and I don't have a lot of people I've done it to, or *could* do it to (two? maybe three?) and I'm about to lose one of them, but I don't care, because sometimes there's safety there, and that's what I need more than anything else, that memory of safety. ((ETA: Holy run-on sentences, Batman! But this is kinda what my brain starts doing when I am in a vulnerable state))

It's an index card with eight words on it. It's an IM with eleven. It's being held, and being *held* and being held. It's the stairwells at Springstep, and just out the door at NEFFA. It's the long process of reducing the scarred and improving the weird. It's crying in June with the door shut, it's crying in July curled in the arms of someone I can't have, it's crying in August to a boy I barely know, it's crying-sobbing-breaking in January as I watch Next to Normal and try to separate their pain from mine, and try to find the strength I need to say the words I can't, I couldn't, I did.

It's the response I need, when I need it. It's breaking the emptiness with a *kiss*, and breaking the sobs with an *embrace*. It's *comfort*, from everyone who's ever given it.

And it's s00j and Dar and Vienna and Amanda and Alice.

If you can figure out a quicker way to tell people I need "that" than all the above, I'd love to hear it.
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Sometimes I make myself laugh --case in point:

9:53:26 PM jere7my: How's you?
9:53:39 PM Sorky: Not bad
9:53:51 PM Sorky: Cleaning room, kinda
9:53:56 PM jere7my: Ooo.
9:53:59 PM Sorky: May be out of energons
9:54:06 PM Sorky: Will have to beat up some cars until I get more

I really really like the concept of beating random machines until they give me energon cubes.


(No, don't worry if you don't know what an energon cube is. It means you probably have an actual life.)
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Following yesterday's theme of offbeat things fixing my mood, I am feeling better now because I lied to jere7my.

Now, normally, lying to jere7my is a naughty wicked thing and absolutely shouldn't be done. But it was one of those "are you okay?" "yes." lies --not that it makes it better or nothin', but at least I hope you can all understand that it's the sort of lie I tell far too often, and am therefore very used to doing.

He said okay. Trusting my answer, we returned to the dance.

I blinked, and my brain laughed at me. "Well dear" a rather sensible part of it said. "You told him you were okay. I do think that means you have to actually be okay now."

And so I more or less was.


As for reasons why my mood was in a not good place, well, the most of those belong in other venues. Stress about classes, and schoolwork and scheduling for next year is one. An interesting analysis of what is lost by the choices I have made is another. Letting my brain slowly piece together all the reasons why I might have failed one particular facet of my life is a very unpleasant third.

None of them are going to go away in the next few days, especially not if my body is going to insist on spewing blood shortly, like I suspect it will. I don't anticipate feeling particularly happy, probably not in more than brief spurts until the summer, but at least I don't seem to feel particularly negative. And in the meantime, there are ferrets and lemon cake, and those are both very very good things indeed.

I'm sure one of these days, the things that make me cry will go back to all being based in myself, and my own poor self-image, rather than in the problems caused by other people and my relationships with them. I look forward to it --while it's never fun to feel hideous and unloved, it's much easier to snap my brain out of it than when I'm trying to comprehend why I feel so hurt in a situation where no one involved has done anything wrong. Tears shed at the fault of others are generally more earned than tears shed at my own faults, or something equally melancholic and poetic.

Have a good evening, my dears.

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So, a proper report of the last few weeks!

On the fourteenth, I got my drivers license, because I am rad.

On the fifteenth, I flew Home and went to Arisia )

Nineteenth was Monday of Arisia. While packing, I think to check the internet, find out what time I can move into my dorm. I mean, last year I could doso just post Arisia, it seemed sensible to expect the same out of this year.


"Hey mom? It says I can move in at noon. On the twenty-fifth."

Luckily, I had a handy dandy Magus who I could beg into giving me crash space for a week, so I did that.

Twentieth through the twenty fourth, I hung out with Magus, caught almost all the way up on Doctor Who (just need to watch the Christmas Special!), had a grand old time of things, and did a few other things, like harassing j7y more (it is a hobby! Also, we watched Mighty Boosh!!) and babysitting. And maybe I had a teeny tiny breakdown somewhere in the middle of All That, and had to spend a little bit of time righting my brain.

Twenty third was Friday of Vericon )

The twenty-fifth I skipped Vericon completely, moved in eventually, hugged my roommates, and got dragged to a lesbians house to watch a movie called "Wristcutters: A love story". I kinda want to write fanfic about that setting, though I think I'm not emo enough. Good movie though, very light and fun and reasonably fluffy. And romantic, of course.

The twenty sixth was today, and I'll report on all my classes once I've had the other two. Can I just say EEEE, CALCULUS! though?

And now food and dance. Ta!


1: Conner? Connor? *shrugs*
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You know what? Nothing amuses me like being silly, so I'm thinking I'm just going to repost this with slight changes.

Because three years ago today, it was 2006. And I decided to be a comments whore.

No one ever comments in my journal! Therefore, I'm going to delete it, and commit suicide. Possibly involving a fish, although I might use my Ravonous Bug-Blatter Beast of Traal.

After I'm done with that, I might go somewhere. Cool!

I've recently had a major life change! Thats right -I've morphed into an androgynous three eyed hooloovoo, with an extra arm shaped like a fork. And I'm getting divoriced from my friend Shirly. She's such a bitch.

But there are many cool people who aren't bitches. [ profile] thorog's not a bitch for instance. He's smart. Same with [ profile] naraht. And [ profile] muzikmaker21 is of course just awesome. I got to see herhim
(Oh god this is old) this weekend. I also saw [ profile] werewulf. And [ profile] artemisfowl2nd. And later I get to see [ profile] jere7my and [ profile] marcmagus! But not [ profile] macaroniandtuna or [ profile] drama_angel3189 which is a shame, because they are also cool people.

I am wearing very little! I won't post pics though, because I'm embarrassedtoo lazy to turn on the webcam.

I saw this article about abortion in the paper. It was all about Montana's abortion laws. I think Montana is boring, except for Montana Jones. He's cute. Those are my opinions!

(((To all the people giving me VERY strange looks at this point, I'm merely playing with the idea of the Naraht-ian laws of getting comments)))

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So, good stuff:

+Random friendly stranger that did not attempt to rape or kill me
+Really *really* astoundingly nice taxi drivers who accept ten dollars for what probably should've been a 16-18 dollar fare (Of which, it's worth mentioning, I only paid five dollars of.)
+'Who Framed Roger Rabbit', which is visually lovely and I'm annoyed I hadn't seen it in so long
+Pushing the number of MST3K's I've seen up to four! (Manos, Teenagers from outer space, Giant Gila Monster, and now --POD PEOPLE!)
+Hanging out with Jere7my
+My underlings

So, bad stuff:

-Potentially failing a save vs. disease
-Our theatre not having a clear connection between backstage left and backstage right
-Thunderstorms and hail
-The juxtaposition of the two above
-Being slightly unsteady on my feet and a touch headachey and nauseous and kinda not at all focusing well --it feels a little bit like sleep dep, except I got something like seven or eight hours (admitedly slightly fractured) last night.
-Alarm clocks.

'sall for now. Going to go have a sit down for a bit.

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Things from today:
Itty-bitty scene kids
The world is full of suck
I gave blood!!!
Bethity Beth is awesome
Across the Universe -- "we got bored of the plot, so we're now going to smoke a lot of pot and script the next half hour --whatever we write, we keep!"

Things to do tomorrow:
Eat something
Go to Jere7my's still-unnamed house

Other things on my mind
The song 'S****!1 said Dance'
How much rape sucks
I really hate hormone cycles. I also hate learning how they work
NTS: Kill WookieNick for dragging me on stage during bows.
I need to start using Hiveminder better. Also, iCal.
Is anyone interested in me posting my grand list of all the status messages I've put up on Adium in the last five weeks?


1: (Everyone got your dice ready?) S****! is my spelling of Satan. Because if you only imply it, it doesn't count. Also, it took me ten rolls.2

2: Dude, I don't even know how to explain it. It's a gamer thing that peaked with Origins '04. You were either there and annoyed with me for bringing it up, or you weren't and are confused.
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Bahaha. Urbandictionary word of the day today: 'pornacopia'. Which just makes me think of Potter Puppet Pals, and that just makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.


So, music, which is what I meant to babble about.

A couple nights ago, I had one of those generally emo-ing out nights. On a whim, I somehow hit on the song "30/90" from 'tick, tick...BOOM!' as being perfect for my mood. Which, it pretty much was, that song carried me straight through emo alright and then into frenetically hyper-happy.

What's interesting is that the lyrics didn't really match my mood. I was feeling empty and irresponsible and like a dissapointment, where the lyrics are more devoted to "aug, holy shit, I'm thirty years old and don't know what to do with my life." This helped cement the idea for me that I listen to music, not words, which, well...auditory learning disability, much? So, not shocking. Just good to know.

Also on the subject of music, I've mentioned a whole handful of times that I am slowly compiling a playlist with one song for every person on my friends list --something that reminds me of them, sounds like them, or makes me think of them. Last night, on the way off towards Adventure!, I decided to listen to the rest of 'tick, tick...BOOM!' to see if it was equally excellent. Which meant I actually listened to the lyrics of the song "Green Green Dress" for the first time, well ever.

Yeah, that song now very much has a person attached to it. *grins* I mean, sometimes it's hard to pick songs for people (Either 'which one of the 200+ Europeon indie rock songs that this guy has sent me fits him best' or '...How is it this person defies every song I own, damn her'). Sometimes the song presents itself, says "I belong to that guy, yep!" and plonks itself down in the appropriate playlist.


So, movies.

I mentioned going off on an Adventure! last night, yeah? Yeah, that particular adventure was meeting up with [ profile] jere7my and [ profile] adfamiliares and going off to see Persepolis, and then following them home in order to watch MST3K.

Persepolis: Oh my goodness gracious.

I went into it knowing that it was animated, based off an autobiographical comic, and the author was native-or-something to somewhere in the middle east. Or, in other words, pretty much as blank a slate as you could get.

Plot is good, and solid, and *neat*. It's a little bit fractured, which might make it a little confusing to some people but I was fine. It made me really *really* want to go find a copy of the book. It was well written, and had at least a couple moments where I stopped breathing just because I was so wrapped up in the story.

Visually...jesus, this is probably the prettiest movie I've seen since Finding Nemo*. It's drop-dead *gorgeous*, and the whole thing is animated, two dimensionally!, and in an art style that makes me want to buy the DVD just so I can freeze it and practise copydrawing. It's one of those movies that I'd like to have on in the background with the sound off, all the time.

Also, it's in French. Which means it has subtitles, which is apparently the *greatest thing ever*. Seriously, I'm not sure I've seen a subtitled movie in a theatre before, but I clearly need to become an aficionado of foreign films, just because it's *so* much easier for me. (Did I mention auditory learning disability? Yeah, reading the words is SO much easier than hearing them.)

So yeah, go see Persepolis.

As for MST3K...

I have now seen " "Manos", Hands of Fate."
Pardon me for a moment.


...Okay, I'm better now. *Wow*.

Also, I realize this is bad, but just how bad is it that I desperately want to make myself a robe like the Master's. C'mon, bitchin' simple concostume. It would be great. And I would be lynched.

Jere7my and I also watched "Teenagers From Outer Space" which...well...Yeah. Apparently the theme of last night's MST3King was "Movies where the dog dies." (OH NO I JUST SPOILED THEM!)

I have less to say about TFOS, partly because it was a less bad movie (what, like every movie that isn't ""MANOS" HANDS OF FATE!" ever?) and partly because I was beginning to be all sleepy for that one. However, it did have torture. TOHR-TURE!

Also, Joel is hot. Yep, I said it. You can all laugh at me now.


I think that's all, just because this entry has gone on for *quite* long enough at this point. Tonights Adventure! involves baking cupcakes with the college group.


*hands down, the most beautiful thing Pixar has done. Ratatoille's my favourite, I think, but Finding Nemo is just amazing to stare at.


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Random cuddling? Check.
People snarking at movies? Check.
Way too many awesome scifi/fantasy books just lying around? Check.
Kitty!? Check.

Or in other words, nothing I've done in Boston has made me miss The Empty City as much as going to [ profile] jere7my and [ profile] adfamiliares's house last night for bad movies.

It turned out to be me and Jere7my and BDan (who may or may not have some sort of 'elljay') and we watched Plankton/Creatures from the Abyss (Notable lines: "how long have you been fucking fish, professor" "what, they were all of age!") and The Oozing Skull (which is the MST3KCinematic Titanic title for "Brain of Blood".) Hokay, all I gotta say? They were *hi*larious. Creatures from the Abyss showed why ichthyophillia really never much caught on --apparently, having sex with fish is *bad*. Even though no one did. They just...ate...the perfectly normal looking fish from the fridge. And that turned them into mutant fish. Okay, look, it had a scene where someone's eye fell into someone elses throat. If that's not comedy, I don't know what is.

The Oozing Skull was a less instantly snarkable movie, which makes it extra nice that the CT people were there to do it for us. Also, as introductions to MST3K go, it was not at all bad. Yeah, I'd never actually seen any MST3K episode before...Sorcy is bad.

(For all of you who are giving me those aghast looks, I'm sorry, please don't beat me! Look at it this way --it'd be more fun to strap me to a chair and force me to watch multiple episodes of MST3K than to beat me, right? Right?)

Afterwards, I decided that I really didn't especially want to walk back to the T-stop, so Jere7my was sweet enough to offer up his guest room. Which meant that, instead of sleeping, we spent three hours watching previews for Something Weird videos (somewhat NSFW link)

I have no words for some of these movies. ((Also, Katters, we *have* to find a copy of "The Adult Version of Jekyll and Hide(sic)", if only because Hyde will quite plausibly kill us both if we watch it. C'mon, it can't *possibly* be worse than the animated version. Well. Okay, yeah it can. But at least it probably won't think Jekyll is trying to cure baldness, and damnit, that's something!))

In short, evening was totally awesome, and I ended it off at too damn early in the morning rereading the two stories I remembered from The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More (I would've read more, just because Roald Dahl is a god from my childhood, but it was getting on towards five in the morning.)

"The Swan" is significantly less creepy and depressing than I remember, which is good. I think rereading it gave me a little bit of closure from my childhood, which is a Very Good Thing. (It contains one of the pushbuttons that make me go all quiet and moral and depressed -wanton bullying, for no reason. Oddly, I *really* don't like bullying in any form --can't imagine why.)

"The Hitchhiker" is pretty good, though not necessarily as good as I remember it being. I had forgotten the term 'fingersmith' though, I think I have to remember that for some future role playing game. Hum, I should start one up or something, similar to hitchin_dnd.

So, to sum up:

*Jere7my's haus makes me miss The Empty City, because damn, it has the exact same feel. (with fewer1 people in it at any given point, but that's true of pretty much everybody's house, ever)
*Shlock movies are win
*I need to watch MST3K
*I really ought to go through and reread the entirety of Roald Dahl's works, because that man is made pretty much entierly of writing talent
*I'm adding "The Adult Version of Jekyll and Hide" to my 'Things to do with The Katters' list. (Other things on there include watching "Tron", "High School Musical", "UHF", and "Muppet Treasure Island", forcing her to tell me what it is that she knows that I don't, and, apparently, 'Hair Gel'. Oh, and to get her to teach me how to draw blood.)


Unrelatedly, I'm going to try again with the stalking-dan4th-in-order-to-play-games thing. MUAHAHAHA!


1: Proud of me, Magus?
P.S: Veronica, I miss you. <3


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