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So, on the subway home, very surreally, I sat next to a guy talking about his career on Law & Order, and the different tenor and moods at the different versions of it, and how the theme music differences really say it all, but how they don't really appreciate his acting chops, and so he was going to resign because non-speaking roles really aren't worth his time. Then I realised that he was sitting next to a woman, quite beautiful, african-american, with a burn scar on her forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt.

For some reason, this just struck me as terribly bizarre. Possibly no one but me will think so.
Ahh, New York Subways after 10pm, how do I too-closely-scrutinize thee, let me count the ways!

It warmed up today, which means bad things for the snowfall.
It's like the snow is dead. Actually, let me rephrase, snow is always dead, it's just instead of being a pale beautiful corpse, today it's zombie-snow. It's past dead, covered in grave-dirt and oozing with a pustulent thaw.

Comments

Mr. Prozac

[rm.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/persephonemoon/180468.html

Re: Mr. Prozac

[patashoqua.livejournal.com]

You know, this is really upsetting. You get asked to fill in for another species, you do your best, and then they just replace you with some young slip of a groundhog at the first sign of grey wool. It's not fair!

New emo band == Supernumerary Groundhog Llamas

Re: Mr. Prozac

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Emu band?

Sorry, couldn't resist.

Re: Mr. Prozac

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

You didn't tell me the llama was emeritus. I wonder if it's still drawing its salary.