Good morning, gentlemen... I think it's morning-- I have the urge to make fried eggs, baked beans, and toast.
Darryl, check your darktheophany mail- I didn't want to send more private messages here because that fucking Soup Saboteur might wreak more havoc. E-mail is safer!
Jeff, I talked to Jamie, and he seemed mildly enthused about posting here. Don't count on it, of course.
I want you both to know that the British lass in "The Mummy Returns" makes an otherwise unbearable movie quite bearable.
Red fucking alert-- I saw the original Ro Poddar yesterday, navigating his blasted mini-van through the streets of downtown Andover. He always looks content, doesn't he? I would be very content myself if I'd not worked in 6 years.