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i freaking love the newswire. i see the queue, and i can't see most stories until they go live (unless i wrote them) but i see the titles, and this evening there will be one called 'remember jeremy enigk?'
thank you, editors, i love you.

i went to comicon for a couple hours yesterday, but the day turned into night, which turned into my awesome painter friend souther, the staff of giant robot magazine, my boyfriend and i singing skid row and wham! songs in a karaoke room in a korean neighborhood.
i have no voice left today.

exhausted

please please please go see An Inconvenient Truth.

anyone know an amy cho?
i was looking up the term for fear of people, and came across this website listing all phobias.
one of them is amychophobia. fear of being scratched, or alternately, fear of people named amy cho.

this weekend disappeared. weekends are never long enough.

friday night: sushi dinner with friends took much longer than expected, then we went back to his studio + learned about 50,000 different kinds of mics.
saturday: woke up, worked, went swimming, went to see anni rossi / the dead science / carla bozulich (the geraldine fibbers) - the dead science were killer, the highlight. double underlined....
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i am currently locked in my own art studio hiding from my cat whose eyes are so dilated that you can't see anything but black in them. he is trying to attack me, but i have a secret weapon, and it is a room with a door that closes.