Any rumors about recappers sacrificing our souls to extradimensional horrors are clearly fantasy.
Because WE HAVE NO SOULS.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Any rumors about recappers sacrificing our souls to extradimensional horrors are clearly fantasy.
Because WE HAVE NO SOULS.
Excuse me while I try to deal with my sudden, uncontrollable shivers.
We get that a lot.
Damn, I wish tomorrow wasn't Monday.
Me too, Strega. Me too.
Still shivering. Now there's some people at the door smelling vaguely of fish who want to discuss life after death or something like that. They threatened to put a recap in my ass if I don't hear them out. (I know, I'm high-larious.)
And yeah, it's after midnight here. I'm waiting for the laundry to finish up so I can finally go to bed. I refloored the shed in the back yard this weekend, which was supermanly and all, yes, but I'm really freakin' tired.
When I was at the comic shop today I got Alan Moore's "The Courtyard" so any & all Cthulhu references are even funnier/creepier than usual.
Hey, I've got a copy of that! Once "eldritch" and fish people are on the table, I'm just about out of Lovecraft jokes, though.
Tentacles are always good joke fodder.
Which I originally typed as "fooder." So. Yeah.
I think maybe I shouldn't be listening to Bob Geldof right now. Or maybe I should, since I wanted to feel depressed and get it over with.
It's hard to feel bad when I've only just experienced Fin Fang Foom. But I guess that goes in the comic thread. Shh.
So, what's with the mope?
Boy. Boy unexpectedly engaged to someone-not-me boy. You can catch up here although it's not all that interesting if you aren't me.
I'm annoyingly awake now, on top of being mopey and intoxicated. How irksome.