*sings Hello Again and gets trashed on Night Train*

I'm reading Flowers for Algernon for the third time and I love it, but it always makes me cry at the end.

@avclub-dc7008f6bd89036db2513d35ef4b537c:disqus I'm a female Postal Service fan! But I'm incapable of talking to men.

Hey, I've never been hungover on an airplane! I have, however, been drunk on one.

That sounds like a good time!

Good luck on the job!

Marge—"Do you want your son to be Chief Justice of the Supreme Court or a sleazy male stripper?"

Or from Spongebob.

Ah yes, a hundred tacos provides me with adequate sustenance for my Doctor Who marathons.

Twenty dollars?! But I wanted a peanut! 

Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!

A stranger's just a friend you haven't met!

That scene showed a 10 year old me that there was greater music out there, waiting to be discovered, than the crap on the local adult contemporary station.

No, good sir, I'm on the level!

I'm pretty introverted and I wish teachers would ease up on the speaking in class thing. I had a run in with professor who seemed to think less of me because of it, even though my grades were fine.

Pardon me?

I tried to watch Withnail and I about a week ago when I was really tired. I ended up falling asleep about halfway through and having some pretty fucked up dreams about the two of them. I was so freaked out by them that I haven't yet tried to watch it again. Maybe this week….

I've read a few of the current run of novels from BBC Books. They're a pleasant way to pass a few hours, but nothing really notable.

Bah. I've been pretty indecisive about what to get with my Barnes and Noble gift cards and I had been considering this, but I'll probably just get it from the library now.

Heh, I have a bunch of those figures. I might end up parting with them some day, but under no circumstances will I give up my Stephen Hawking figure.