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Dear Sender of English Chocolate Bars: Thank you thank you thank you thank you I love you squee! That is all.


More fun for y'all: 99 Sin City bases/icons. Many of them are different versions of the same image, but still: a pretty good selection. If I missed someone you wanted, let me know and I'll dig through what I've got. Take/want/have, alter, animate 'em together, be creative, have a party (but no hotlinking).

General linkspam:

New pics from Batman Begins, Harry Potter, and Star Wars. (More Batman pics here.)

There is now actually an Wikipedia-style encyclopedia entry on "My hed iz pastede on yay" (complete with original photo manip!), in case you've ever wondered what it means. I like to give myself credit for helping popularize the phrase with the Crystalwank metaquotes I did on Journalfen... and then I get over myself.

Yeah, I bet Michael Jackson feels "ill." I would too, if I had a lot of time on my hands to contemplate what would happen to me in prison.

In similar news, Paul Shanley gets 12-15 years for the Catholic priest sex abuse scandal. Lawyers estimate that he'll last 12-15 minutes in general population before he gets shanked.

Because Starsky & Hutch did so well.

Dear Usher: STFU.

Johnny Depp frightens children as Wonka. NO, REALLY?

(Mmmmmmmmchocolate.)

Keira Knightley stars in a movie about a model-turned-bounty hunter that's based on a true story. Only problem is, the real Domino is a lesbian. And she doesn't like the film's "raunchy [heterosexual] sex scenes." In other news, advance ticket sales just shot up 1000%.

The Amazing Race's Jonathan and Victoria will be on a Dr. Phil special tonight. One can only hope that Phil beats him to death with his own bottle of hair gel. (Actually, I'd like to see Host Phil turn up to help out with that.)


Back to work it is! I wonder what reading I have due for tomorrow...

This and that

Quickie: You may not know what to do until the time comes. That's no reason to worry.

Horoscope of Irony: Enabling my general haplessness since 2004.

Overview: You thought you'd simply go to work, get your work done and go home. Your coworkers, however, have decided that this is a fine time to kid you about a recent occurrence. Fortunately, your sense of humor includes yourself.

Daily extended: When and if you actually make it into work, you'll probably be greeted by more than one smug smirk, especially if your colleagues know who you've been spending your time with -- and especially because you're more guilty of ribbing the others than anyone is. After that, however, a surprise pile of work will arrive, and you'll be too busy too gloat. Well, almost too busy. You can probably work in a few smirks during breaks, and more than a few at lunch.

Dear Horoscope: If you persist in treating me like the village bicycle, at least make sure that I GET some action. Yours truly, etc.


I love how you can pay for "extra cheese" and end up getting "even less cheese than usual."

(Mmpizza.)


Sister Girl needs help with her take-home midterm tonight. It's a 500-750 word essay on... her values. My midterm? Is on Uncle Tom's Cabin. Shut it, cooking school "midterm."


Feel remarkably more relaxed lately. I think this has a lot to do with the massive amounts of Valentine chocolate surging through my system.


I think I may get out to see a movie this weekend. Given the sorry state of theatrical releases at the moment, I'm debating between seeing Phantom of the Opera a second time (guaranteed good time) or taking the chance that Constantine will be gloriously awful (possible "Fifteen Minutes" fodder, but ONLY if I'm productive this week. No begging!).


Maybe McDonald's wouldn't hit it after all?

Why would McDonalds, or an associated ad company, want everyone on the Internet to think McDonalds is run by idiots? Because there's no such thing as bad publicity, and when everyone's talking about your company, no matter what they're saying, that's supposedly good. (Tell that to the folks at Enron and Arthur Anderson…)

But yeah, while I didn't link to it because everyone else was, I did point out the "I'd Hit It" ad to everyone at work, and now I feel like a corporate dupe. Not that it matters — I neither ate nor sought out inanimate, edible sexual partners at McDonalds before the ad campaign, and I still don't — but I feel successfully manipulated, and almost as slimy as if I had engaged in improper activities with a hamburger.

"COOL ISN'T ON THE MAP. YOU CAN'T ASK DIRECTIONS" ...BUT YOU CAN BUY IT ON OUR WEBSITE!

P.S. Mischa Barton is not cool. But thanks for playing.


Off to help Sister Girl and then do my class reading...