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2001-05-16

What the hell am I trying to say? I don’t know, but whatever it is I hope it’s good.

A thought dawned upon me this afternoon. Finally my skills in tv-deconstruction will be put to use, that that for a good cause too. I really need those points. The class was fun, as we studied an episode of Fawlty Towers and then some old newscast. The first of those where most fun of course, you can never go wrong with John Cleese.

I sat and read two things yesterday. First was the new Pratchett, because Pratchett is Pratchett and will jump ahead in line — except if there’s a new book by Tim Powers or Neal Stephenson. The Prestige was disturbing on two accounts, first it was impossible to put down which wasn’t too good for my sleep which had to be shortened. And then it was just creepy. Really creepy, not as the end of...

Argh! Can somebody destroy that commercial, please? I hate it with such a passion that it is impossible to describe — if they continue to show it this often I might just as well take a job at the post office. And all because of the Japanese pop.

...end of. Shit. I’ve forgotten what I meant. The book is just creepy then. Then today I just had to read Don’t Panic.