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Louis is probably thirty years old
I think people are talking about me. -
A Fistful of Entrails
Moving on--and struggling to start this without just pasting from something I wrote elsewhere--I gave up and decided to do the paste thing.( More spoilers, this time spread out over most of the Hunger Games trilogy. ) -
Reading the Entrails
A year or so ago, I read the Hunger Games trilogy, on breathless and emphatic recommendation from a friend. I was thoroughly impressed, and figured I'd blog about it, but at around that time chronic illness and assorted familiar crises collapsed my will to type stuff, along with the odd traumatic experience getting in the way. Also, I wanted to put ( Read more... ) -
Something in the way you look tonight
Been a while since anything substantive here. Huh ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Holy shit, Jake's engaged.
Huh. -
You shall have the blood you hunger for.
Not dead. In Cambridge. Still waiting on endless work delays. Sad, tired. Building a stronger back.
Beat Shaolin Monks. Most of the way through God of War II. Pondering an all-nighter. -
Huh.
The details still need to be worked out, but I got a job today.
Huh.
Am tired. -
Obituary (Anticipated)
With apologies to No Child, a wonderful one-woman show we saw at the one and only ayy arr tee, and possibly to Nip/Tuck, it's said that writing one's obituary is a useful motivational exercise. Or something. When I did that shit as a kid, they just called me morbid. (April 4, 2020, kids. Mark your calendars.) That said, below I have typed out ( Read more... )