the wild wind in my heart

Sam bought Spiderman last night, which I had never seen. It's actually rather good, and the only thing I found jarring from the comics was the whole web-shooter business. But it worked, and it was enjoyable to watch. Wilhem Dafoe is so so creepy cool.

I need to dig up batteries for my camera, so I can take pictures of my Severus Snape get up. However, it is wet and cold, and I do not feel up to the insanity and goofiness this night is sure to bring.

In a perfect world, I would stay home, and... I don't know. I don't.

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My digital camera is unresponsive. Bah. I am vastly annoyed.
I am this close to feeding a certain number of different people to the gigantic catfish lurking in Lake Travis. So I should start a sign-up sheet outside my door. Leave your name, and the name of the person you'd like fed to the catfish please. Donations accepted.

Taco salad sounds horribly delicious right now. My wizarding shoes are tight across the arches. I almost choked to death on a chocolate peanut butter cup. The philosophical implications are lackluster.

Oh. My. God.

"We are the proud guardians of a book called the Gutenberg Bible, and a longhorn named Bevo. Amen. We're Texas." That wins for the most surreal UT commercial ever.