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I've been rewatching Heroes in my off hours, working on a timeline for various reasons. I swear I haven't abandoned my other fandoms, but House is on hiatus and I'm still grappling with LC, though I hope to fix that problem soon. I have actual guilt over this, which cracks me up sometimes.

Anyway, I've been working on a timeline, and I've uncovered some massive inaccuracies. Niki in particular makes things difficult, as her days are apparently 32 hours long and sometimes she skips gaily forward in time without noticing. Then there's the big mass skip -- the action of the first nine episodes takes place over the course of nine days, ten at most, and yet somehow the ninth episode takes place on or around the 24th of October, near as I can guess, while the first episode takes place on the first of October (footnote: this does mesh with Claire's statement in the pilot that "Homecoming is in three weeks!" and I'm taking the date of the 24th from the six-months-earlier episode, which begins action on April 24).

And at one point, Hiro calls Isaac on October 5 and the telephone rings in Isaac's flat on October 4th.

Anyway, rewatching the episodes has given me some perspective and some theories, but the problem is since I don't hang out in Heroes fandom comms and I only started watching at around episode 16, I don't know if this shit has been discussed. So I'm going to post it behind a cut and hopefully some of it will be novel and you can mock the rest.

( Five half baked theories about Heroes: )

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Yesterday it was brilliantly sunny and probably seventy degrees here. Today, because I returned, it is threatening rain and probably in the mid forties. Do I care? Not really, 'cause it means I don't look like a total berk when I show up to work in boots and winter trousers because I have no summer work clothes.

How can this be? you ask. He lived in Texas for a year!

Yeah, well, I was unemployed for most of that year, and in Texas, "summer work clothes" are denim shorts and a t-shirt, both of which are on the banned list at the box office (despite the publicity department running round in jeans. TALK TO THE WELL DRESSED HAND.)

So tomorrow I think I need to go clothes shopping, which I don't really enjoy but must be done. I need summer shoes, since all I own are boots and one much-abused pair of trainers (also banned, trainers). I also need at least two pairs of light trousers and a couple of light jackets. My favourite corduroy shirt got a tear in it, so I need to buy some patching material; it won't be appropriate for work but there's another year's worth of wear in it otherwise. Yeah yeah, we all know why I write Remus the most. :P

Fortunately for me, I have 1) a credit card and 2) COUPONS. YAY COUPONS.

Also I live in Chicago, which I'm convinced is the retail commerce capital of the US, if not the world. How they fit so much shopping into this burg is beyond me.

Anyway. Now I'm off to work.

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Within ten minutes of arriving at work this evening, someone told a dead baby joke.

I missed this.

*hugs the box office happily*

Even if they keep calling Xerxes "the king of Prussia".

*headdesk*

Commentary post-hack: I am sad I lost the dozens of dead baby jokes that used to be in the comments to this post.

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Coworker C: My friends went to see 300 at IMAX.
Sam: How did they like it?
C: They said it was awesome. I guess it would be, on an IMAX screen.
Sam: Well, what isn't awesome on IMAX, really?
C: Terms of Endearment.

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Jesus god, you guys, I go sell tickets for four hours and when I get home my journal is FESTOONED with dead babies.

*sniff sniff* I feel so loved.