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Fugging weird anxiety dreams. I had biked home, and then parked my bike in the house briefly while I went off to a corner and had a good cry. When I got back to my bike, my keys and light were missing. I wandered around and accused a friend of Aly's of stealing them. Everything was dramatic and fraught and uncomfortable.

Eventually, I decided (someone convinced me?) to retrace my steps to see if I had dropped them. I opened the front door, and could see the light blinking just in the street. my keys were spilled next to it.

I feel like there's supposed to be some deeper meaning I'm to grok, about what it takes to solve problems like this, but the narrative is already slipping away like sand...

~Sor
MOOP!

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Bytheway, since I love my LJ friends far more than I love my Facebook friends:

Mad Max was the BEST EVER. I am planning to go see it again, but this time I'ma dress up with the proper post-apocalyptic dieselpunk aesthetic. Y'all should hella join me!

From the book of faces:

Mad Max: Fury Road is the finest action movie I have seen in my entire life. I can squee for hour about all the greatness, especially about the fact that it has multiple well-rounded female characters...to the extent where it barely passes the reverse bechdel test.

No, the movie is not perfect, but so far, it's the closest we've ever come to the platonic ideal of River Tam Beats Up Everyone. It is goddamn fucking delightful.

I'm gonna go see it again on Sunday, because *damn* but it's great. I'm gonna dress up in costume, because I'm a Big Fucking Nerd and the dieselpunk post-apocalyptic aesthetic makes my heart flutter. YOU SHOULD ALL JOIN ME IN THESE THINGS!

(Seriously, I found some silver non-toxic spray stuff for witnessing and everything.)

Somerville Theatre, 7:30 pm showing, Sunday May 31st. BE THERE, MY FRIENDS!

(And like, if you want to go, but can't afford to, let me know I will one hundred percent seriously start a scholarship fund for helping people see this movie.)