I had to reread your tet once or twice- i thought you types tentacles. I thought you were some demon hellspawn and you hated buffy's anti demon bias.

@anywhere

yeah, not everything that is done is art. That's too easy.

gah, i hate myself now

:P

I was working at an RPG and card game distributor the summer that Pokemon came out- fortunately, I was assigned FASA and Ral Partha, and the guy across the desk from me had Pokemon. Holy cow, did he have a shitty summer. Across the country, every kid phoning their local store twenty, thirty times a day. Are they in…

there's a hole in the Amazon the size of Ireland that was once trees cut to make Harry Potter books. Fuck that anti-tree dickwad.

I was born in 1973, and somehow i never got into the Cure. The first time i heard a complete album, i felt sad for who i might have been had i met it when i was wee.

I had to read CITR for High School. It was work; i never considered if i liked it or not, until today.

oof! there's my thing that came too late, Watership Down. I was a prolific reader, i just never got around to that one. Easy to forget the books we never read.

I love PKD, myself, but I can see why he's not for everyone. If they were published today, they'd be edited and polished out of recognition- read Deus Irae to see what might happen (though i also love Zelazny, for different reasons). Not everyone wants to read the paranoid musings of a smart, lonely schizophrenic…

I'm rather grateful that there was no World of Warcraft when i was 15; i'd have never left the basement. Till today. I had to make do with real AD&D, with real dice, and a load of healthy imagination (not just for masturbation, kids!)

I don't know much about this movie, or about HSM, or about the genre.

I don't know much about this movie, or the clip (which i couldn't see) or ablut lycanthropy in general.

You overestimate yourself, sir; mom says you gave her naught but zest, spunk, and a shoulder to cry on. She says thanks.

I don't know anything about Justin Timberlake or Brit'ney. I just took a wrong turn at the Hatecast and ended up here. Fucked up.

I know nothing about such taut action-thriller books; I took a wrong turn at Savage Love and ended up here. Weird.

As for myself, I have heard of neither Rachael Ray nor her husband John Cusimano, and I feel no temptation to google them to find out who they are. I just took a wrong turn at the Buzzkills.

I think its one of Cronenbergs best. When Irons won the oscar for…. crap.

"His face burning with shame, his manhood hung, a testament to his faulty drive, while his frustrated bedmate futilely tried to sign in. *not responding…. not responding….*"