Sometimes when I'm at work, reading tech news and such, I send myself email messages saying: blog this!
And since nobody has the nerve to disobey me, not even myself, here we are.
Apparantly there are secret discussion groups in Hollywood which account for movies like Kangaroo Jack getting made. This freaking scares me:
Also, whilst looking at a webdesigner's website (in horror, I might add) I found a link to someone who was hawking a book called:
Dance With the Sunbeams of Life
Make sure you do, now.
In other news, my computer died but Norton resurrected it, I'm tearing through my Blackadder DVDs at an alarming rate, and going to the liquor store when you've been drinking is remarkably like going to the grocery store when you're hungry.