thursday hangover

Oh, this is rich. But painful.

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So am I the only person who was creeped the fuck out by Mr. Roger's Neighborhood? I'm sure I watched it when I was quite young, and then got over it before even starting school, but having two little brothers get into it afterwards sort of annoyed me to death. Maybe I'm just a born cynic, but I remember wanting to bash my head against the wall to get those insipidly catchy tunes out of it. I was probably seven or so.

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I should not have had that last shot of tequila. (Famous last words.) I cannot even remember the second song I sang last night. I mean, I know I did Culture Club, and Steve and I did "Easy Lover"... did I do "Invisible Touch" ? I think I did but maybe I dreamed that I did. It's great when you dream about singing karaoke. Gah.

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Beforehand we watched The Princess and the Warrior. This was the movie that, the first time I tried to watch it, I passed out at the Harvard Exit. Fortunately Steve has as weak a stomach as I, so we cued past the scene and watched the rest of the movie, make trach' jokes all the while. "Starship Trach'ers!" "Trach' Fiction!" Needless to say we found the movie a little slow in parts, such as almost all of it. I dunno, it did nothing for me. I guess I had it built up too much after over a year.

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alternating sense of reason

I watched the Behind the Scenes featurette of About a Boy, in which it is revealed that Hugh Grant actually wasn't stretching hard to play an effete playboy who hates children. I think I'm even more in love with him.

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Finished The Man in the High Castle. I read it years and years ago but didn't exactly get it. PKD's books are just so.. I don't know how to describe it. I immediately lose myself in his vivid worlds once I start reading. It's like some sort of rich dessert for the brain, except probably better for it. Still, satisfying enough that you don't want to read another one right away, but you are comforted just by knowing you can read another one any time. My one fear is that I'm going to finish his books before I'm like fifty, and then I'll just want to kill myself. Or, um, read them all again.

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Around 11am or so I sat stark up in bed and thought "HOLY SHIT, did [BP] actually sing last night?" At the time I was fairly shocked - he'd never even come out to Karaoke with us before, and I figured he would be like FS and not sing. But he doesn't give a shit about what people think (sometimes, anyway), and he sang "The Dance." Not exactly something I expected. His other song, shit, I can't even remember. He sang with Steve, I think.