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The elders of the Sooper Sekrit Crip Cabal have located my exam and delivered it unto my instructor, so there be one crisis averted. I'm sure three more will wing their way to my doorstep before the semester ends. In the meantime, I have a response blurb to write on Waiting for the Barbarians for Wednesday. Huzzah!
As for tomorrow, it is my tentative plan to watch S4 of The X-Files tomorrow, or a few movies from my formidable horror flick stash. For a good scare, might I recommend Session 9? It's a little-known Canadian indie that stars David Caruso, but it's disturbing as hell. Or The Blair Witch Project. Yes, it was overacted in places, but its use of setting and imagery scared the ever-loving shit out of me, and my Roomie can attest to the fact that I slept with the light on or not at all for a week after the first viewing.
This sounds horribly uncharitable, but I'm hoping there aren't many trick-or-treaters tomorrow. There's no bigger moodbreaker while watching horror movies than to be interrupted by some sticky-fingered, diaper-dragging child panhandling for candy. I don't keep candy in the house often, and when I do, you can bet your sweet ass it's for me. Call me Scrooge, but I have no inclination to dole out free sugar crack to the same rude little cretins who point at me on the bus in between bouts of noisy mouth-breathing, and if I were to do so, it would be laced with Ex-Lax.
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Not really. I'm too cheap to buy brand name. Maybe Smooth Move instead.
It's a shame I've gotten so cynical. The kids in my complex are cute-tiny Asian toddlers smaller than the bags they're holding out. It's the older kids from the surrounding neighborhood that bother me. Most of them are too old to be begging for candy, and they're snotty entitlement whores. You give them Smarties or Hershey bars, they bitch it's not what they wanted or not enough. Well, kiss my asymmetrical ass, you sniveling shit. You want Blo-Pops? Pony up yourself or find another door. Asswipes.
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Whew.
In less cantankerous news, I received my prompt for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_holidays and will hop to it as soon as Mac has had his say.
As for tomorrow, it is my tentative plan to watch S4 of The X-Files tomorrow, or a few movies from my formidable horror flick stash. For a good scare, might I recommend Session 9? It's a little-known Canadian indie that stars David Caruso, but it's disturbing as hell. Or The Blair Witch Project. Yes, it was overacted in places, but its use of setting and imagery scared the ever-loving shit out of me, and my Roomie can attest to the fact that I slept with the light on or not at all for a week after the first viewing.
This sounds horribly uncharitable, but I'm hoping there aren't many trick-or-treaters tomorrow. There's no bigger moodbreaker while watching horror movies than to be interrupted by some sticky-fingered, diaper-dragging child panhandling for candy. I don't keep candy in the house often, and when I do, you can bet your sweet ass it's for me. Call me Scrooge, but I have no inclination to dole out free sugar crack to the same rude little cretins who point at me on the bus in between bouts of noisy mouth-breathing, and if I were to do so, it would be laced with Ex-Lax.
...
Not really. I'm too cheap to buy brand name. Maybe Smooth Move instead.
It's a shame I've gotten so cynical. The kids in my complex are cute-tiny Asian toddlers smaller than the bags they're holding out. It's the older kids from the surrounding neighborhood that bother me. Most of them are too old to be begging for candy, and they're snotty entitlement whores. You give them Smarties or Hershey bars, they bitch it's not what they wanted or not enough. Well, kiss my asymmetrical ass, you sniveling shit. You want Blo-Pops? Pony up yourself or find another door. Asswipes.
...
Whew.
In less cantankerous news, I received my prompt for
spn_holidays and will hop to it as soon as Mac has had his say.Tags: