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Oh, how the baby lateshift has grown! Water it just a little bit and it sprouts.
I have an italics disorder.
I italicize heavily when I'm drunk on wine, as I am, having spent the evening with the Accomplice, watching Hellboy, eating nachos, drinking wine, and playing with a very large cat.
There's fresh Superman out on Wednesday, which makes me happy -- that'll get me through the next week, as I have to dress up as Clark Kent (I've never felt so Jimmy Olsen) and participate in team-building union morale boosting events that I'm helping to develop and coordinate when who knows how people are feeling and whether they won't just hate us, hate us, hate us. Yes: drama. |
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