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Man, how creepy was the opening scene in Angel last night? "You know what to do, Tommy [or Timmy, or whatever] . . . touch it, Tommy, touch it, that's a good boy . . . oh yeah . . . *moan* . . ." EW. How the hell did that get past the censors? (For those of you who don't watch: "it" is a TV and the speaker a puppet in a kids' show.) Sure set the tone for the surreal creepiness that was that ep. And actually, I mean most of this in a good way. *dies*

Just had a job interview at a gas station called Irving; I think it went well, and from what the manager told me, it sounds like they engage in that mystical activity called "giving a shit about the employees." Which by extension means that they also care about the customers, two things that are important to me. Especially working at Movie "Fuck you and your mom" Gallery.

Pulled out my copy of "Factory Showroom" by They Might Be Giants last night and gave it a listen. I hadn't heard it in months. Forgot how brilliant it is. I should get more of their CDs. Maybe I should even buy a real copy of FS, 'cos mine is burned. *shh* In my world, it's okay to burn an entire CD when it's one you would never buy, except now it's one that I would buy, so I feel a bit guilty. Sigh.