Self-destruct.

This is one of those days when a hand that otherwise should win is going to lose in such a way that nothing can be done about it.

The saddest words in the English language are I can’t do this.

When in doubt, be Machiavellian.

Dear St. Louis Weather,
Be less bipolar.
Yours truly,

Operation Apparation.

Is is = = 1?

(What is, the meaning of this.)

The Illusionist unfortunately forces comparison to “The Prestige”; for the latter is better. While the former tells a story, with plot and characters and setting, the latter transcends to be a spectacle, a thing to be seen. And yet this probably depends on perspective. Seen as an in-flight film while leaving the country hours after reconcluding a relationship begun with lies and deceit, I liked it.

Half of the fun of seeing The Prestige is being amazed. The other half is turning to the other stunned audience members afterwards to discuss awedly how it was done.

Make stuff up

(Suspicious of Whistlers, Gargoyle, tonight, 8pm, free, improv comedy)

“I've been toying with the idea of getting a moped and using it to get around longer suburban distances, and even more serious interstate travel. I think I probably won't do it because of the getting killed part, and also how easy they are to steal. But I've been having fun poking things into google and checking the 'avoid highways' box to see how it would go.”

Dreams and European buses are the best ways to travel.

“It would be easier if google maps had an 'avoid the ghetto' box.”

Not enough time to see myself.
Not enough time to be seen as myself.

(Half half-finished.)

Does anyone have a pair of black gloves I could borrow? (Or alternatively, some time and ambition?)

It seems that everytime I buy a loaf of bread this year, the back half disintegrates into mold.

Scripted.

“Stop this nonsense! Look at you two gentlemen! Acting like children! Shame on you. Both. Both crybabies. Stop this nonsense. Immediately.”

Enter Enter/Exeunt

Quite the spectacle, to be sure, yet disappointly reduced. Certainly humorous, but surprisingly the writing too obviously dated. The original was better.

Author is inspired to novels which become fanfic which become slashfic which become confirmed by the author.

"Someone came into the store today and bought a wizard cape, a wizard hat, and a giant plastic pink wand that was obviously for little girls. I asked him if it was all for one costume. He replied, ‘Dumbledore.’."

Damn it. Put on real pants and go.

“I don’t understand why zombies eat brains.”
It makes perfect sense.
“How?”
For the same reason that humans eat muscles.
“That actually does make a lot of sense.”

It may take 30 minutes, but the common loon is clearly deadly.

“Drove to Chicago…”

Singled with a win after a long SI hiatus, with the following chain. [Ask if any connection needs explaining.]

George W. Bush
Jenna Bush
Jena 6
James VI
Stuart Little
Mr. Big
God
Chuck Norris
Chuck Taylors
Keds
K-Fed
Britney Spears
William the Conqueror
Norman Mailer
Neil Postman
Will Wright
SimCity
Phil Simms
Disney World
Orlando Bloom
Legolas
Jenna Elfman
the Dharma Initiative
"Lost"
George W. Bush

It’s a good time to reassociate.

“…All things go, all things go / To recreate us…”