Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, March 14, 2002

Can you believe some bastard's probably stolen Pulp Fiction from the local video store?

We really wanted it too. It segued so nicely into our planned all-nighter. Bridget Jones' Diary, linked by 'the Hugh Factor' (it's tenuous, but we were grasping) to Swordfish, which then leads through John Revolting to Pulp Fiction, thence obviously via director to From Dusk Til Dawn and ending up in the wee hours with The Faculty, which evil, evil Meghan has implanted in my brain.

What on earth fits in there apart from Pulp Fiction? (Before you suggest it, Res Dogs is also iffy.)

Oh, the trials of my life!

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