August 26th, 2008

We can all of us be gods

It is not too late to see a film about a happy little elf.

Morning. Last night asrana and adjectivemarcus took me to see Hellboy II, but as I am currently completely incapable of writing a rational review of it - anything I do say would degenerate very rapidly into me going but I can see the cracks in the cities where we have to plant the forests, oh god, all the birds are made of metal - I will just say that you should go and see it. And if you didn't like it, fair enough, but if you thought it sucked, it's not that I don't want to know, it's just that you should be prepared for long comments from me explaining why you are wrong. :)

Come lunchtime I will try to write this post about memory that's been bothering me. In the meantime I'm going to try to get some actual work done, preferably without falling through any of the cracks in the cities where we have to plant the forests, oh god, all the birds are made of metal.

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Emily Strange

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed - ...wait.

So, memory, then. Apologies to the couple of people I've had this conversation with recently, but I think it is worth talking about to more people, if only because it explains so much about me and has been a bit of a revelation.

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Nnnh. Like with every entry I ever make about what goes on in my head, I now feel like the most ridiculous person on earth and as though I'm saying LOOK LOOK I'M SO SPECIAL AND PRECIOUS, which I'm not, I just find it interesting.

What's your timeline?

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