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barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom


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american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd

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Friday, July 23, 2004
Oh, sweet Jesus, Love, Actually was bad. I don't know why I thought Alan Rickman could save it. (I guess because he's Alan Rickman. He couldn't make Mesmer not boring, and he couldn't make Love, Actually well-written.)

Sheesh. What a waste of my life.

I would never have lasted the whole movie if it hadn't been so full of such scathingly good-looking people. What a hot, hot cast.