The Massacre So, I guess if you're reading this, you've already read that Sheri got to celebrate V-day by getting laid off. (Actually if you're reading this it's probably two months from now and you're all "I can't believe he finally updated!") Well, I don't have much to say about that other than that her boss was, is, and shall always be a raging dickmonster. So it sucks that she has to look for a job and we may be drinking Ballantine's instead of Guiness for a while, but at least Sheri get's to look for a job that doesn't make her insane. That's worth something.

In other news, when Paul moved, he threw us a bunch of books that he didn't want to keep. That's always a bonus for me because I can never afford to buy enough books to keep up with my insomnia. But one of them is was the autobiography of Ken Russell. You probably know him from Altered States or Tommy. Both great films, but I always think of his film The Devils with Oliver Reed as the priest accused by the sexually obsessive nun and tortured by the inquisition for sins of the flesh. Really, everybody should see this film when they're sexually confused. Not because it will help, it won't, it'll hurt. But because a little extra confusion probably is better in the long run at that point.

Okay, I'm a little drunk right now, but I know this is fucked up. This guy was just on the daily show who wrote this book called 'Trawler'. And he brought a chunk of a hagfish in a jar wrapped in his boxer shorts and dropped it on Jon Stewarts desk. I think I need to read this book.


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