7 a.m.

I just dreamt that I was a socialite/starlet/media whore a la Hilton or Ritchie. It was my birthday and I made a big entrance in a gold dress, but then discovered that I had forgotten to pencil in the eyebrow above my right knee(!?) So the emcee, Cedric-the Entertainer-but-really-this-guy-from-work and I did a long dialogue from the teleprompter while I fixed it behind the podium. The script was a synopsis of Beavis and Butthead Do America, in Slovak.

Something always gets in the way.

Nggh.

INDIANA JONES AND THE COLOSSAL WASTE OF TIME AND MONEY.

But…but…

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A note about Netflix

If you’re a nerd like I am, you may use Netflix to count all the movies you’ve ever seen. (And you may want accuracy, which is why I never rate t.v. shows, music video compilations, etc.) But I discovered tonight that Netflix counts “Not Interested” clicks as ratings, which ruins the tally. I deleted all of them, which takes my total movies-seen down to 1150 or so. Irritated and disappointed.

Yes, that’s all.

Retrobush?

No! Retrobush! (NSFW)