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This time, the Locus poll books. Swiped from solipsistnation.

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... The Stand is a fantasy novel?

...but, I'm having a good day or two. Happy, content, bouncy.

Need to write up thing from the other night that spawned a bunch of this, but... in the meantime, it's kind of a nice change of pace.

I'm going to Kansas this summer. Seeing my dad, and the rest of my Kansas relatives.

Neep.

So, the other day, I was driving around, and I passed a church, with one of those little sign thingies outside that churches are required by law to use to put pithy little sayings on. This one read:

How do you read this?
godisnowhere

I, apparently, read it as any good heathen would. ;)

Bit of silliness the second: Watching The Matrix Revisted for the first time, it kept bugging me that Keanu was reminding me of someone. During the second viewing, it finally hit me. Is it just me, or is there a more than passing resemblence between Mr. Reeves and Noah Wyle?

Yours for a more content-free journal.

Greetings! I will be venturing into DC tonight with a co-worker or two to see Blind Spot: Hitler's Secretary at Visions.

Quick blurb about the movie (from the above URL): In this shocking film, Traudl Junge describes on camera for the first time her experience working as one of Adolf Hitler’s private secretaries from 1942 until his suicide in 1945. After keeping quiet for nearly 60 years, Frau Junge tells the riveting story of working alongside Hitler until the final collapse of the Nazi regime.

9:30 show at Visions. For those unfamiliar, Visions is on Florida Avenue, just off of Connecticut. There is a parking structure next door to the theater (yes, parking in Dupont! shock!).

If anyone wants to go, I'd love to see you there.

For ten minutes, I fiddled with a remote control that had enough buttons to command a Martian space probe before finally settling on a cartoon about a little boy superhero who did good deeds with urine. In the span of one stoplight, he pissed out a fire, shot a trapped kitten out of a tree with his pee and foiled a bank robbery by micturating in the gas tank of the getaway car. And here I'd been unheroically using urinals all these years.