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lick, munch, oooo!
Dec. 19th, 2003 10:18 pmDog-shaped hole in space
Lies where the stairs bend. Only
Pink tongue can escape.
I'm stoned on Her Nibs' latkes & challah and Fin du Monde. I've done the dishes, and I kicked some circuit-debugging butt at work before scramming for a couple of weeks. All is right with the world.
I wish I'd been less tired when I saw RotK on Wednesday so I could have been properly wowed by it. Not that it isn't a great flick; Peter Jackson's spoiled me. Now I want to check a few things in the books. I can't wait until the Wendling is old enough for The Hobbit.
Lies where the stairs bend. Only
Pink tongue can escape.
I'm stoned on Her Nibs' latkes & challah and Fin du Monde. I've done the dishes, and I kicked some circuit-debugging butt at work before scramming for a couple of weeks. All is right with the world.
I wish I'd been less tired when I saw RotK on Wednesday so I could have been properly wowed by it. Not that it isn't a great flick; Peter Jackson's spoiled me. Now I want to check a few things in the books. I can't wait until the Wendling is old enough for The Hobbit.
