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I'm Back![/size]
(Well, for now, anyway.)Of course, it was difficult getting here, having been bitch-slapped silly by BK's lovely daughter. But at least it is good to hear that she is perhaps the only person to have found her way out of the corn, where she was sent a couple of years ago by Billy Mumy, as I understand it.
I won't bore you with my troubles--they bore me enough as is--but I will just say that it has grieved me deeply of late not to be chatting with the most wonderful people in the world on the most jiggy web site in human history. I haven't even been reading, and lo! I have not even read today's posts yet. But as we were moaning and groaning over the inhumanity of the universe and other topics today, my Joe said he would not tolerate my continued absence from this here place. So here I am.
Among my meæ cuplæ is not having thanked all of you great folks for my birthday wishes some two weeks and a year ago. So here you are:
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You're the greatest, guys![/move]
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Topic of The Day:CD Player: Deborah Downey,
Here's to Life. She has been winning Cabaret awards in LA, and I am sure Dear Reader Donna of Cabaret West knows her. Anyone else?
VCR: Reign of Fire, a really excellent film with Christian Bole, about Dragons--and my Joe loves dragons--having taken over most of the modern world and an intrepid bunch of Limeys--aided by some Yanks--who set out to kill the one male dragon. Wonderful to see, in this day and age that a fantasy can still be filmed that is based on writing, characters, and cinematography rather than just cartoonish digital effects.
DVD Player: Leslie Stevens'
Incubus with, yes, William Shatner. I am hoping to transcribe the entire Esperanto text for use in my class next fall--no mean feat with Shatner's execrable pronunciation. Well, at least he never strikes the patented Shatner Agony Pose in the entire movie.
Book Shelf: Ethan Mordent[sic!]'s
One Last Kiss. A fun read, very informative, with perhaps a mite too much vitriole, but hey, what good is mustard without a bit of a bite?