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*bars the door*

*furls the mizzenmast*

*battens all available hatches*

THERE'S A STORM A-COMIN.

We're supposed to get two to four feet of snow tonight. It should make getting to work really fun tomorrow. Still, it's an adventure.

The box office was dead today so I introduced my Sudoku-loving boss to the Dion Cube, and he explained to me how it worked, since I didn't understand it properly from the internet explanation. He finished it in about forty minutes once he noticed a pattern emerging. Apparently he's an evil supergenius in disguise.

The highlight of my day, really, was the fact that I took a bento lunch to work with me. I mean, it wasn't in a bento box, nor was it Asian food at all, but I think a tupperware container of yoghurt/granola, a tub of ravioli in meat sauce, and a mini Hershey bar counts, don't you?

I am determined to find or make an Ouran Bento Box. I don't care if this makes me the biggest dork ever. Actually I do, but not so much that it overcomes my desire to eat my lunch from something decorated with frolicking sexually-ambiguous anime characters on it.

I also sold theatre tickets to a Dr. James Wilson today. Our database has a little spot for "attends with/partner" and I almost couldn't resist the urge to add "Dr Greg House" until I remembered that the computer keeps track of who makes what changes. Bastards.

"Tamale Bit" is an anagram of Matt Albie too.

Okay. One more week. You get one more week, Sorkin. Again. On the strength of Tom Jeter, one more week.

I'm like an addict. (Ironic, huh?)

1. Danny and Jordan have chemistry to burn. To burn and then douse with oil and burn some more. Their chemistry is like some kind of nuclear explosion in Los Alamos. So why was this entire episode basically devoted to Matt, tripping out and brooding on Harrie? Did we really need to see that? Does anyone, anywhere, care about the dead, much-beaten horse that is Matt and Harrie anymore? Even Harrie doesn't care about Matt and Harrie anymore. Get over it, Matt. She's a honey-crusted nutbar.

2. Sometimes, when I write Three Things, I picture Aaron Sorkin reading my comments like his characters on his TV shows do, and it makes me feel a little guilty. Then I get over it, because nobody cares about Matt and Harrie and if I don't bring Aaron Sorkin the truth, who will? On that note, I would like to present you, Mr. Sorkin, with some alternatives to the Matt/Harrie tango of doom. They are, in order of which I like best: Matt and Tim the Gloomy Screenwriter, Matt and Suzanne the snarky assistant, Matt and Jack's Soon To Be Ex Wife (for the comedic value; you know you want to see a Matt-Jack chase scene), Matt and anyone in the cast except Harrie.

3. I DON'T LIKE LYSISTRATA EITHER. Simon clearly has good taste. Not that we didn't know this.

3a. Sorry the Three Things were sort of one-note tonight. I can't help it if the episode was too.