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Yeah, this is late. WAY late. I have what could be described, at best, as a “full week.” It’s not something I really want to experience again in a hurry. Ugh. Yeah, I try not to let my personal life affect the comic, but that’s what’s been happening, and I’m sorry. I can promise this won’t happen again. If you vote today, you can catch a glimpse in my life for the past few days…not really. I got it pierced, that’s true, but the healing, recovery time, isn’t as bad as I thought. I swelled up a like all bejesus on Saturday when I had some rootbeer, but it’s all been good. Been gargling with saltwater and anti-bacterial mouthwash and it’s been relatively easy. Have to do loads of talking today though with work, so that will be a real test. Here’s hoping. Also, sweet Jesus, don’t go and see the Black Dahlia, no matter what you do. Holy fuck, what a train wreck. It’s probably one of the most meandering, thematically muddled, detached pieces of garbage I’ve seen in a theatre. An hour in and I STILL had no idea what was happening. So I left. I was told that the majority of the “meat” occurs after the first hour, which is when we left, but tough shit, Brian De Palma. If you wanted to people to stay in the theatre to see the “good bits,” maybe you should have put some quality into the first hour. Bah. See you on Thursday. Slán Adam |
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