I'm listening to Emilie Autumn's poetry in my earphones. That woman is so fabulous. I remember some quote from somewhere (a movie?) that said something along the lines of 'they could fart on a snare drum and everything would think it was genius.'
I'm not suggesting Emilie's next album be an exploration of flatulance and precussion, I'm just saying I think she's great and I love all things she touches. (Dear Emilie, please stick to music and leave the farting to the professionals.)
Someone just sent me a comment asking me to join their Harry Potter RPG. O_o I don't think these people know me at all. Or, in the (twisted) words of Buffy: "Where were you, when I got over Harry Potter. He is of the past." ... I think I want to join it to fuck with them. Does that make me a bad person? Awesome.
Argh. Time to attempt sleep.