"You're pure dag-nasty evil. It's just a fact!"

Star Wars Episode III: A Lost Hope

Oh dear.

"The boy is pure dag-nasty evil."

"Uh-huh. Ya think?"

"Warned you, we tried. Listen, you did not. Now *screwed* we all will be."

....

"I call it the Sphere o' Fear. Or Planet Death. The Killing Ball? Death Moon?"

Fun times. I wonder how bad the real Episode III is going to be? I'll still be there in the theater! Nothing quite as fun as hearing the Star Wars music come blasting over the speakers at the movies.

Also, They're in love. They're gay. They're penguins. Apparently it's not unusual (to be loved by anyone ::hums::). Go penguins.

Kasey, does this mean that the penguins are going to jump Orlando? Or do they have better taste than that?

(Now Tom Jones is stuck in my head. Curses!)

um

Salad Fingers is really fuckin' creepy but I can't stop watching it. It's sort of hypnotic in its creepiness. The music and the voices and the molasses-like slowness of the whole thing just sort of pull you in and even when you know how it's going to end (like the second one with the fish in the oven) you can't quite turn away.

I'm not necessarily saying I like them, although I like them more than not. (Maybe "like" is a bad word to use.) I'm just saying I can't stop. No wonder I have bizarre-ass dreams sometimes.

Weird. ::shudder::

Opera tonight. I'm wearing a skirt. I'm also really pale. I suppose I should take my little notebook to the opera. Or possibly just a pen. Stupid Lit Pix.