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In another year, I will no longer be a member of the coveted 18-24 demographic. Better enjoy 24 while I can.

So far, 24 is delightful. I've never liked 23 anyway.

feiran and darkling1 have purchased Kingdom Hearts II for me, and I've already logged four hours on it. No Disney characters yet to speak of, but I'm hopeful there will be some soon. Plus, the intro's controllable character is named Roxas, which everyone pronouncse "Rox-is," but which I have dubbed "Rocks Ass." 'Cause I do even if he doesn't.

My sister, Drew, has sent me season 3 of Titus, one of our favorite shows, and I'm totally bitching that whole set, start to finish when I get back from vacation.

My mother called me today to wish me a happy birthday early because it was snowing. For those of you who haven't heard it every year of your life, the year I was born, on April 6th, there was a major snow storm in the tristate area--two feet of snow. I'm a snowstorm-spring baby.

Tomorrow, New Green Bo with the writing folks (it's in Chinatown, and for those of you haven't been, it's on 66 Bayard St. I propose we meet up in Chinatown outside the restaurant, but I'll have my cell with me if anyone gets lost.

Of interest

Yesterday, I spent way too long reading Kevin Smith's account of how he helped (or tried to) Jason Mewes (Jay, to you two or so folk who don't know that and would be reading this) quit his drug addictions. It's absorbing. I'm not even a huge Kevin Smith fan, but he's a fantastic writer, and the story couldn't be more crazy if he'd made it up. The ends of each installment (this story is 6 parts and still going) are a tad melodramatic, true, but Smith has a perfectly honest way of telling the story--he's doing it to tramp down the rumors, though I cannot say if they could be any worse than the truth--that makes that bearable.

This is the first installment: Me and My Shadow

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TWoP's LOST reviews aren't as funny as the BSG ones, but I did so enjoy this bit of last week's episode review, I thought I'd share:
Jack starts to walk away, but Sawyer calls him "Amarillo Slim" and sarcastically asks if just because Jack watches poker on television, he thinks he can "tussle with the big boys," like a table with Kate and Hurley is a real high-rollers game. "How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?" says Sawyer, like Lost's actual writers are now writing slash themselves. Thanks for that.

Heee, that is so what I thought about the whole episode.

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theKathy is the cutest thing ever. She compared over-proof Bundaberg rum to Dwarf bread. She wins at life.