Oh, booger.

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This was one of those days when I could draw a line exactly where the day changed from decent to pig doots: 6:35 pm. I arrive home, greet my family, check the mail pile, and see the words "JURY SUMMONS." Fuck. (Pardon mon Franglais.)

On the plus side, I picked up the portraits of the yard apes from Sears today, and I freely admit that they were worth every last bit of core hair that I ripped from my own scalp that day. They'd better thank me for this when they're 25.

Oh, and I finally watched Amelie last night, which made me fall totally in love with the whole wide world, at least up until this jury duty thing. As it stands, all I want to do right now is learn enough French to write Audrey Tautou and ask her to come live with us.

Speaking of movies, on TCM tonight: Touch of Evil (the restored version), The Stranger, Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons, and The Trial, back to expletive-deleted back. I think it's an unwritten rule that you don't actually need sleep, as long as you have more Orson Welles than you can shake a visual metaphor at.

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Because if it isn't as unpleasant an experience as possible, then you haven't done your Civic Duty, now have you?


Ah... for some reason my deviousness didn't pick up on that. I must be short circuiting.

Whyfor howcome?

Let's just say that I am the "odd duck" in my appreciation for the "finer" movies in this house.